Married a Secret Billionaire

Maisie was taken aback. She didn't have the opportunity to respond before another journalist from a different

media outlet stood up.

"We've heard that you had a relationship with Mr. Daniel Quimby. Do you still maintain contact to this day?"

"There have been sightings of you and Mr. Quimby entering and leaving a hotel. Can you confirm if this is true?"

Maisie's heart pounded as she clenched her fists. She glanced at Rachael, who nodded, giving her an affirming look.

Lily had anticipated these questions.

Before the event, the PR team had prepared the best answers for each question, delicately skirting around the

issues and redirecting the conversation toward her next book.

Maisie had memorized every word perfectly, but now, she didn't want to say a single word. The official responses

weren't what she wanted.

Facing these journalists reminded her—were these the same faces from the boardroom pressuring Daniel to

resign? Perhaps Daniel's situation was a thousand times more brutal than this...

Maisie collected herself.

of the room, all eyes were fixed

first." Her voice was gentle yet carried unusual determination. "All the

for the sake of the

You're reading

exchanged looks,

surprised. This part didn't seem to be in

on personal experience, it's

do with Mr.

sneered. "Ms. Squire, can you be honest with

matters have nothing to

what's been circulating

know who's spreading rumors, but Mr. Quimby is a good person.

also good friends... He's taught

journalists' expressions seemed

but the sightings

a man and a woman go to a hotel, does it automatically