Married a Secret Billionaire

The question took aback Aaron. “Why? Is checking taxes now a lawyer’s responsibility?”

Jacob looked more serious. “It’s everyone’s responsibility!”

Feeling intimidated by the imposing aura of the prominent lawyer, Aaron stood stiffly and didn’t dare say another word.

Abigail couldn’t help but chuckle and gave Aaron a subtle look.

Aaron cleared his throat and said, “Uh… Mr. Welsh, please rest assured. I’ve always been a law-abiding artist.”

“Is that so?” Jacob squinted. “You’re still single, right? Do you have any rumored girlfriends? I hope there won’t be any cheating scandals that implicate Abigail one day?”

“Mr. Welsh, what are you talking about?” Aaron winced, sweat forming on his forehead.

Jacob’s voice turned stern. “I’m saying, watch out!”

He cleared his throat and stood closer to Abigail to physically block her. His expression was wary and hostile.

thumped. She could smell Jacob’s aftershave from being so close to him. Looking at his pressed suit jacket, she imagined a future where she could put the jacket on him, pass him his briefcase, and send him

chuckle, her eyes filled with him and her anticipation for

quite understand

you dare to do anything illegal or improper, you should stay away from Ms. Fox. Otherwise, I’ll ensure you end

understood the situation now. He forced a smile and turned to hurriedly

he left, standing righteously

at him and couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling

arm, but the man raised his hand and adjusted his

feeling like she had acted out

scared him off with just a few words.

looked more terrifying than a

Media, and Cordelia is known for managing her artists strictly. No one dares

eyes shifted, and he muttered a sour

“What did you say?”