Married a Secret Billionaire

Abigail sat in a luxurious and spacious dressing room, her naturally fair skin glowing under the warm white lights of the dressing table. Her beautiful features were flawless, even without makeup. There was a hint of nonchalance in her gaze as she casually played with an eyebrow pencil, exuding charm and laziness.

Her manager placed her printed schedule on the table.

“We’re in talks for a few scripts, big productions with renowned directors. Ms. Trinity Lulham’s artistic style makes her script suitable for you. It’s time for you to transition, and taking the artistic route is a good choice.

“Before finalizing the scripts, you need to increase your exposure. Here are a few variety shows you can choose from…

“Oh, and…” Her manager’s eyes lit up. “The Thompson Group’s film studio project has started, and many artists are eyeing the spokesperson position. You need to seize this opportunity, understand?”

“Hmm?” Abigail raised an eyebrow. “Seize what?”

“The spokesperson position, of course!”

caring little about her career—some would even call her cold. Yet, opportunities kept coming her way, and she never lacked good projects. Life seemed unfair as if

sat before her, earnestly advising, “Abigail, darling, you need to pay more

you so nervous?” Abigail remained indifferent. “If it’s meant for me,

at his wit’s end. “If you fight for it, you still have a chance. If you don’t, you won’t

to focus on than becoming a spokesperson. “Jackie,

“What is it?”

years ago,

it. With Abigail’s current lack of work and exposure, leveraging the Hamertons’ eldest heir could quickly attract attention. Though it was a risky approach, he didn’t

the entertainment industry for so long. Don’t you understand how

jutted her chin. A trace of stubbornness flickered in her eyes. Her cherry lips and perfect jawline exuded an untamed beauty. “Jackie, that incident two years ago was