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,

was gentle yet carried unusual determination. "All the

for the sake of the story's completeness and dramatic effect.

You're reading too much

exchanged

This part didn't seem to

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

do with Mr.

"Ms. Squire, can you be honest with your

nothing to do with Daniel Quimby!" Maisie

what's been

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

I are also good friends... He's taught

expressions seemed to

the sightings of

because a man and a woman go to a hotel,