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.

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

“Oh, thank you.”

and gave her a strange look. Gia’s heart skipped a beat,

and he furrowed

out of the car, the driver muttered to himself while glancing at his phone, “Damn it, picked up a crazy person… Thinks she’s a flight attendant? Clearly more of

some time under the scorching sun, looking at the navigation on her phone. This was undoubtedly

contemplated the situation, she heard

your design, we’ll ensure the

Abigail stood on his left and right, all dressed in T-shirts, work pants, comfortable

10-centimeter-high heels… currently stuck in the muddy path of the construction site, making it challenging to pull