Married a Secret Billionaire

The journalists collectively froze. They exchanged glances, hesitant to utter another word. They had assumed

Maisie to be soft and easily intimidated, unaware of her underlying determination.

After a few seconds of tense silence, voices suddenly erupted from the crowd of book fans.

"Yeah! This is her private life! You journalists are prying too much!"

"Regardless of what Maisie does, we'll support her!"

"Her words are comforting and powerful. Even if those events were her personal experiences, as fans, we'd only

empathize with her!"

"Exactly! Journalists should stop asking these boring questions!"

"Organizers! Anyone there? How did you let these kinds of journalists in? We demand they leave!"

A commotion ensued in the audience, with journalists wearing uneasy expressions and event organizers struggling

to maintain order.

Fortunately, it didn't escalate into a major uproar, and the event concluded in a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

Maisie left the venue, waiting by the roadside for Rachael to bring the car when she spotted a familiar figure.

She froze.

only been a few days since this man was absent from her life, it felt like ages.

her, her heart

Daniel stood before Maisie.

she wore a simple yet elegant dress

recalling how she used to dislike dressing up. Her life was simple.

clothing or accessories. Her clothes

face cream from the supermarket, and her

Daniel's thoughts halted.

jewelry, and she had bought it herself. Once, when she had some free time at home,

magazine. It had been accepted, and

to buy a pair of

of silver in the simplest design. The earnings from her short article hadn't

spent all of it on

that had been her only extravagant

those two rings to herself, never daring to tell