Married a Secret Billionaire
Chapter 1821

Maisie's expression shifted, but Daniel held her hand tightly, sporting a calm smile.

"I suppose it has nothing to do with maintenance but one's charisma," he enunciated. "Who doesn't age? When Maisie reaches your age, I believe she'll be an elegant and beautiful lady. Time will only make her more composed, not mean and petty."

He glanced at Maisie with love after uttering those words.

Everyone around heard what he said. Those who were gloating started to whisper among themselves.

Wilfred felt humiliated. Just as he was about to change the topic, Delilah, who was next to him, struck again.

"I can't believe I made Mr. Quimby say something so romantic from my joke! Seems like you really love Ms. Squire. But I heard that... she hasn't agreed to your proposal? I wonder if you'll be with her until she's old."

Maisie looked up at her, meeting her arrogant gaze.

"Time's up, Ms. Squire. Get married. Seize that you're at your peak! Don't wait until your hair turns white..."

"If I really waited until that day came, wouldn't I already be growing older with him?" Maisie finally struck back with a smile.

Daniel was taken aback. His heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show it.

Her voice was soft yet powerful. "Marriage is just one form of love. It's not everything. Also, I haven't agreed to his proposal just yet. Meanwhile, someone is married, but... she seems unhappy." Delilah's eyes sank. She looked at Maisie coldly.

"Daniel and I are different." Maisie chuckled. "Even though we're not married, we only love each other. Even if I didn't marry for the rest of my life, I'd stay with him forever. When my hair turns white, then it'll be my veil. I think it's quite romantic. What do you think, Mrs. Newhouse?"

Just then, some whispers came among the guests.

"Hey, that sounds pretty romantic!"

"Was she talking about Ms. Delilah, who is unhappy with her marriage?"

"I think so... They say scholars tend to scorn each other. It's quite interesting to see two authors argue. Haha!"

Maisie held Daniel's arm, leaning on him coquettishly. She smiled at him sweetly.

Delilah's eyes turned grim as she had dug her own grave. She turned around and left.

Wilfred kept apologizing and continued the conversation. He wore a plastic smile while complimenting Maisie's talent.

"Ms. Squire said that a full head of white hair is a veil... That's fresh. Hahaha!"

The people around couldn't help but laugh when they heard how awkward his laugh was.

"Umm... I'm sorry, Mr. Quimby and Ms. Squire." Wilfred was embarrassed. "My wife is used to getting her way. She's doing whatever she wants just because of her little status among the authors. I hope that you won't mind her!"

Daniel smirked. "Mr. Newhouse, I don't think I'm a gentleman. On the contrary, I'm vengeful!"

"Please, Mr. Quimby!" Wilfred's facial expression changed. "I guarantee that I'll recommend Maisie to some screenwriters when the opportunity arises. Maybe we can work together..."

"Are you sure the screenwriters you're recommending are better than those from the entertainment company under the Hamertons of Centrolis?"

"I..."

"Sol Entertainment's founder, Nicholas Thompson, is my brother-in-law. Imperial Media's director, Zephyr Hamerton, is a good friend of theirs. If Maisie really needs help, she doesn't need you or your wife's." "Yes, you're right." Wilfred nodded and bowed. A drop of sweat glided on his face.

"But I hope you'll open your eyes wide to look at the people around you. Don't let the wrong people stay in the right place!"

Wilfred was stunned. Just as he was about to speak, Daniel took Maisie away.

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