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.

room,

voice was gentle yet carried unusual determination. "All

are purely fictional for the sake of the story's completeness and

it. You're reading too much into

journalists exchanged looks, showing

This part didn't seem to be in the

it's not based on personal experience, it's even more improbable for

do with

"Ms. Squire, can you be

truth. These matters have nothing to

know what's been circulating online

but Mr. Quimby is a good person. He shouldn't

are also good friends... He's taught me a lot

journalists' expressions seemed to

sightings of you entering

and a woman go to a hotel, does it automatically mean they