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!”

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

he had ever managed. He sighed and sat before her, earnestly advising, “Abigail, darling, you need to pay more attention to your career! Do you know how many female celebrities

it’s meant for me, it won’t slip away. If it’s

for it, you still have

more important things to focus on than

“What is it?”

two years ago, don’t use it

froze, momentarily speechless. It was true that he had considered using 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 expect Abigail to

industry for so

chin. A trace of stubbornness flickered in her eyes. Her cherry lips and perfect jawline exuded an untamed