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.

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

“Oh, thank you.”

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

expression darkened, and he furrowed his brows. He

paid the fare. As she stepped out of the car, the driver muttered to himself while glancing at his phone, “Damn it, picked up

her phone. This was undoubtedly the address Abigail had sent her, but it was clearly a construction site!

she

Sam, you’re too generous! Once we receive your design,

group of people surrounding an elderly foreign man. Lina and Abigail stood on his left and right, all dressed in T-shirts,

nearly 10-centimeter-high heels… currently