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.

the room, all eyes

gentle yet carried

sake of the story's completeness and dramatic effect. There's no

any of it. You're reading too much into

journalists exchanged looks, showing

surprised. This part didn't seem

continued. "Next. Since it's not based on personal experience, it's even more improbable for it

to do with

"Ms. Squire, can you be

am telling the truth. These matters have nothing to do

know what's been

don't know who's spreading rumors, but Mr. Quimby is a

I are also good friends... He's

expressions

the sightings of you

go to a hotel, does it automatically mean