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.

been a few days since this man was absent from her life,

her, her

Daniel stood before Maisie.

dress with

smiled, recalling how she used to dislike dressing up. Her life was simple. Even when they were

on clothing or accessories. Her clothes were the cheapest basics, her cosmetics

face cream from the supermarket, and

Daniel's thoughts halted.

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

article to a magazine. It had been accepted, and after being

had used that money to buy a pair of

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

all of it

had been

she had kept those two rings to herself, never daring to tell