Married a Secret Billionaire

Daniel glanced at the news article that Maisie was writing—a piece she had copied from a senior.

Maisie looked concerned. "Is it bad? It always feels too deliberate when I copy. I just don't like it, no matter how I

look at it."

"I think it's not bad." Daniel smiled after reading. "It's organized with clear points, and the writing is smooth. It's just

the words you used are not poignant enough. It's too soft."

"Are you sincerely complimenting me?" Maisie asked as he played with her hair, his eyes filled with allure.

He shared his honest thoughts, "When writing an article, especially those by journalists, you need an attitude that

isn't afraid of offending people. It's impossible to take care of everyone's feelings.

"So, be strict when you should be, and criticize when needed. You can't be weak, nor do you have to show mercy.

People might not care for your mercy!"

Maisie pondered. "Oh..."

"Don't worry about making enemies," he assured. "One must have a couple of enemies to live in this world!"

"So that's why you said you're not a good person?" she asked.

"Hmm. I indeed had many enemies before," he admitted. "But I don't have many now. I'm trying my best to build

good relationships with people."

"Why?"

he confessed, holding her hands. "I

they couldn't touch me. You're my

stunned, holding her head

moment, the doorbell rang,

come, and it wasn't

the door, revealing

The assistant greeted him.

here?!"

choice.

"What's up?"

and said softly,

outside the room and closed the door softly. "What did

"Ms. Lily is back."

all the way here to tell me that?

nothing was

to bring up. He had been

a prestigious family. The marriage had