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 silence of the room, all

gentle yet carried unusual determination. "All

sake of the

behind any of it. You're reading

The journalists exchanged

was also surprised. This part didn't seem to be in the prepared

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

to do with

"Ms. Squire, can you be honest with

telling the truth. These matters have nothing to do with Daniel Quimby!" Maisie stared coldly at the

been circulating

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

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

expressions

Squire, but the sightings of you entering a

to a hotel, does it automatically mean they booked a room?