Married a Secret Billionaire
Chapter 1185

Abigail sat in a luxurious and spacious dressing room, her naturally fair skin glowing under the warm white lights of the dressing table. Her beautiful features were flawless, even without makeup. There was a hint of nonchalance in her gaze as she casually played with an eyebrow pencil, exuding charm and laziness.

Her manager placed her printed schedule on the table.

"We're in talks for a few scripts, big productions with renowned directors. Ms. Trinity Lulham's artistic style makes her script suitable for you. It's time for you to transition, and taking the artistic route is a good choice.

"Before finalizing the scripts, you need to increase your exposure. Here are a few variety shows you can choose from...

"Oh, and..." Her manager's eyes lit up. "The Thompson Group's film studio project has started, and many artists are eyeing the spokesperson position. You need to seize this opportunity, understand?" "Hmm?" Abigail raised an eyebrow. "Seize what?"

"The spokesperson position, of course!"

Abigail's manager grew anxious. She had always been indifferent, caring little about her career-some would even call her cold. Yet, opportunities kept coming her way, and she never lacked good projects. Life seemed unfair as if God blessed her.

Jackie Floros, her manager, had worked with numerous top-tier celebrities, but Abigail was undoubtedly the most challenging artist he had ever managed. He sighed and sat before her, earnestly advising, "Abigail, darling, you need to pay more attention to your career! Do you know how many female celebrities are competing for the spokesperson position?"

"Why are you so nervous?" Abigail remained indifferent. "If it's meant for me, it won't slip away. If it's not, fighting for it would be pointless!"

Jackie was nearly at his wit's end. "If you fight for it, you still have a chance. If you don't, you won't have any opportunity at all!"

Abigail smiled lightly, knowing she had more important things to focus on than becoming a spokesperson. "Jackie, there's something I want to clarify."

"What is it?"

"That incident from two years ago, don't use it for publicity!"

Jackie froze, momentarily speechless. It was true that he had considered using it. With Abigail's current lack of work and exposure, leveraging the Hamertons' eldest heir could quickly attract attention. Though it was a risky approach, he didn't expect Abigail to firmly reject it.

"Abigail, you've been in the entertainment industry for so long. Don't you understand how things work?"

"I do, but I choose not to." Abigail crossed her arms and jutted her chin. A trace of stubbornness flickered in her eyes. Her cherry lips and perfect jawline exuded an untamed beauty. "Jackie, that incident two years ago was purely accidental. I've always despised using such methods to promote myself. After all this time working together, you should know me!"

"Well..."

"Besides, Cordelia always emphasizes self-respect for the company's artists." Abigail looked at him. "Gimmicky publicity is one thing, but involving her son? Do you have the audacity? Don't drag me into it!" "I..." Jackie was rendered speechless by her retort and could only sigh heavily.

Abigail smirked, flashing a coquettish smile, and gracefully returned to the resting room.

The room was now empty, with only her inside. She took out a pen from her bag and gently caressed it, feeling its coolness against her skin. It touched the deepest part of her heart.

A genuine smile appeared on her charming face. She imagined how the man she liked would look while writing with this pen-his strong hands with distinct joints, his writing exuding power, refinement, and carefree elegance.

Abigail blushed as she lay on the bed, playfully pounding it with her hands, unable to contain her foolish smile whenever she thought of him.

Just then, the phone rang. Seeing the number, she quickly answered, eagerly asking, "How did it go?"