Married a Secret Billionaire

Cordelia paused. The owner of the voice dashed over to the middle-aged man beside her. Said man smiled warmly but rejected the friendly hug and only shook hands.

The newcomer also seemed to be of status. Otherwise, the assistant would not look timid when she saw him.

“I didn’t know that you were coming and didn’t get to welcome you! Heh… Mr. Smith, you’re here for…”

“For the exclusive interview.” Mr. Smith took a step back and stood next to Cordelia reverently. “Ms. Jenner, this is the person in charge of the studio and Neil’s manager, Shane Campbell.”

Shane prodded his glasses as he scanned Cordelia with a complex gaze.

“Our Ms. Jenner is just hoping for a chance to conduct an exclusive interview with Mr. Harris but is stopped by this assistant of yours constantly. I saw it all just now!”

Mr. Smith spoke with a smile but what he said felt like a stone thrown at them.

“If you don’t want the exclusive interview for Mr. Harris, it’s fine. But Wattz Media is a subsidiary of the Hamerton Group, and the group allocates billions of dollars to us for development purposes each year.

“I guess Mr. Harris’ team isn’t keen on small production companies and small investments like this.

“In that case, the new films that Wattz will be producing won’t consider working with Mr. Harris!”

Shane panicked upon hearing that and seeing that Mr. Smith was about to leave with a hand stretched to let Cordelia walk in front of him. He glared at the assistant and hurried to catch up.

“Mr. Smith, hold on!” Shane chuckled. “E-Excuse me, my apologies! Have we offended Ms. Jenner somehow? We hope you can forgive us!”

Mr. Smith turned to bow at Cordelia. “Ms. Jenner, what’s your say?”

“I just want to make an appointment

to say, “No problem, I’ll

spoke up with a smile. “Someone said that our girl doesn’t deserve to interview Mr. Harris and asked her to look in the mirror to see what she is, calling her a

“Oh.” Cordelia nodded.

his deep eyes

outline you stayed

widened her

middle-aged man in front of her looked kind and honest, not one bit like

Zephyr chuckled. “Mr. Smith is

drinks, Cordelia was again back at Neil’s studio. She took a deep breath and walked

as she munched on some nuts. “Why are some people like flies? Can’t

you Neil’s schedule is full. He’s busy. Why are you

want to make an appointment. I hope that Mr. Harris can give me a chance to

compare to him?” The assistant glared and mocked

The guy was

Mr. Harris know that

“What do you mean?”

I wouldn’t mind skipping this interview! If he doesn’t, I’m worried

“You—”

out when a voice came from farther away, “Mr. Smith!” Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join &

to the middle-aged man beside her. Said man smiled warmly but rejected the friendly hug

Otherwise, the assistant