Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

“You need to wear suitable attire, understood?” Abigail emphasized the word ‘suitable’.

Gia chuckled cheerfully, imagining herself toasting and socializing at the event, with men swooning over her while she wore a stunning dress.

Little did she know that her interpretation of ‘suitable’ was completely different from what Abigail meant.

Two days later.

Gia rushed to the event venue wearing a strapless fishtail gown and glamorous makeup. She pulled out a mirror in the taxi and admired her appearance, growing more satisfied the longer she looked at herself.

The dress was a limited edition from a top international brand and had nearly drained her savings. However, she felt it was worth it. She would be content if she could capture everyone’s attention at the event, especially surpassing Lina.

“Miss, we’ve arrived.” The driver’s indifferent voice came from the front.

engrossed in her own beauty. It wasn’t until the driver called her multiple times that she snapped out of

“Oh, thank you.”

prepared to exit the car, the driver suddenly turned around and gave her a strange look. Gia’s heart skipped

darkened, and he furrowed his brows. He

fare. As she stepped out of the car, the driver muttered to himself while glancing at

her phone. This was undoubtedly the address

Gia contemplated the situation, she heard faint laughter from the

we receive your design, we’ll ensure

man. Lina and Abigail stood on his left and right, all dressed in T-shirts, work pants, comfortable sneakers, and safety helmets.

heels… currently stuck in the muddy