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

gentle yet carried unusual determination. "All the events in

are purely fictional for the sake of the story's completeness and dramatic effect. There's no

behind any of it. You're

journalists exchanged looks,

also surprised. This part didn't seem

"Next. Since it's not based on personal experience,

do

"Ms. Squire, can you be honest with your book

These matters have nothing to do with

know what's been circulating online

is a good person. He shouldn't be entangled in this

good friends... He's taught

journalists' expressions

sightings of you entering a

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