Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 1606

Maisie called Graham when she noticed she was being followed again, but he did not pick up.

Her heart raced, and she quickened her pace.

Today, she had opted for the main road, a busier route compared to the isolated alley from her previous encounter. Yet, the person following her showed no hesitation.

Scanning her surroundings, she usually saw occasional police patrols on this street. She stood ready—as soon as she spotted a police car, she intended to rush over for help.

However, before she could spot a patrol car, her anxiety increased when she noticed yet another person tailing her.

Maisie was frightened but not as panicked as before. Graham wasn't answering, and she didn't make another attempt to call him. He was too far away to assist at that moment.

She reached her residential compound, but two individuals caught up to her and blocked her path. A scream of alarm escaped her as she saw leering grins and malevolent glints in their eyes.

"Is that you, Maisie?" One of the men sneered. "Your brother-in-law can't repay the money, so we'll have to take you with us."

After uttering these words, they moved to grab her.

Maisie struggled desperately, trying to turn and call for the security guard in her residential complex. However, the other man forcefully covered her mouth and nose, causing her to feel dizzy and slightly nauseous.

Instinctively, she held her breath.

At that critical moment, she heard a man cry out in pain.

The assailants released their grips, pushing her away.

Suddenly, a tall figure stood between them and her.

Stunned, she looked up to see Daniel, his eyes filled with reassurance.

"Don't be scared," he said, positioning her behind him. "I'm here."

A deep sense of security washed over Maisie. She didn't know Daniel well, but she wholeheartedly believed he would do whatever it took to protect her.

"Who's this hero, saving the damsel in distress?" one of the men taunted.

"Don't you know you shouldn't mess with Fat Lawler?"

Daniel remained calm despite what the two men said. He stared at them icily, and the intimidating aura surrounding him felt like a beast prowling in the dark.

The men charged at him, and he pushed Maisie aside, confronting the two on his own. They proved no match for him, ending up on the ground.

One of them brandished a knife, and Maisie saw a flash of cold steel in the darkness, followed by Daniel's subdued gasp. He clutched his forearm.

Before they could make another move, several of Daniel's men arrived swiftly. The assailants were outnumbered and quickly subdued.

"Mr. Quimby, what should we do?" a subordinate asked.

"Take them to the police station," he instructed.

"Understood." One of the subordinates noticed Daniel's injury. "Mr. Quimby, you—"

"It's nothing," Daniel assured them.

He turned his attention to Maisie, her face pale with fear and shock, standing motionless.

Signaling for his subordinates to leave, he softly reassured her with his injured arm held behind his back. "You're safe now. Don't be afraid."

Tears welled up in Maisie's eyes.

"That's not necessary." Daniel smiled. "It's just a cut. Your dressing is more than sufficient."

"Are you hungry?" Maisie asked. "I can make you something to eat. You're injured and need to take care of yourself."

"I..." Daniel wanted to mention that he had eaten before coming, but Maisie hurried out like a whirlwind before he could speak.

He glanced at the doorway and then returned his attention to the teddy bear on the bedside table. A smile spread across his face as he picked it up and playfully flicked its nose.

"I never expected to meet you again."

Daniel smiled like a child.

Soon, Maisie returned with food. She was slightly surprised by the sight, and Daniel quickly suppressed his smile, setting the teddy bear aside.

Maisie chuckled—it was the first time she had seen him behave in such a manner.

"I don't have much at home, so I made some vegetable noodles. Please make do with that," she said.

"Do you have any hot sauce?" he asked.

Maisie furrowed her brow. "You're injured. You shouldn't eat spicy food."

Daniel smirked, a throwback to the old days.

Whenever he had a long night of networking, she used to make him soup and angel hair pasta, insisting they were good for digestion, and advised him not to overindulge.

Only after losing her did he realize she was the only one who saw through his facade, accepting him unconditionally, even in his most disheveled moments.