Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Since Neil returned to Centrolis, he stirred up some commotion.

Interviews from various media companies came incessantly while film contracts were sent to him like a snowstorm.

His agent, Shane, was drowned with the number of scripts they received. A few of the big productions were rather

tempting.

“Neil, look at this… The artistic film this director shoots isn’t worse than Trinity’s. He’s won an Oscar before!

“And this. Didn’t you want to change up your role and go for the spy action genre? This script is not bad!

“You’ll work with a few seniors in this film. The reputation’s guaranteed. If you ask me, historical and serious

dramas like these will be beneficial to you if you pick them. What do you think?

“Neil Harris, say something. Which one do you want to go for?”

Other actors fought for resources while resources lined up after the award-winning actor Neil Harris. He could just

sit there, and good scripts were sent his way.

However, Neil was not in the mood. He took a glance at the scripts and answered flatly, “None.”

Shane nearly tripped over himself.

“What did you say?”

Neil pinched between his brows and waved his hand. “I don’t want to act in any of them!”

“You…” Shane was so close to pushing up his sleeve to punch him.

He was a top agent in the industry and had trained up several big shots. He had guided Neil when the latter had just

debuted.

The actor’s powerful family background and outstanding talent paved the smooth way to his award-winning career.

It was just that this man could not be hit or scolded, and it was a huge headache for Shane.

Ultimately, Shane’s balled-up fist ended on himself.

Neil jolted and looked at him in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“I’m hitting myself for being useless!” Shane was angry. “I can’t even manage an artist. Wasted such good

resources!”

Neil coughed a chuckle and patted his manager’s shoulder apologetically.

“I’m not the only one you manage. Give out these scripts, and you’ll earn lots of favors!”

“What do you want, Neil? A course in Chaiseland, and you studied till you lost your mind?”

Speaking of which, Shane suddenly thought of something…

“Neil Harris!” he yelled with bulging eyes. “That fiancee of yours, it’s not true, is it?”

There was a change of expression on Neil’s face as he stayed silent.

“It’s real!?” Shane was frantic.

This could not be… The man was at the peak of his career and popularity. There was also a bright future ahead of

him. How could he get married at this prime time!?

He had also heard that the girl had nothing except a pretty face. She had never gone to school, had no powerful

family to back her up, and didn’t even have an ID!

Neil had talked to Shane on the phone to brief him about the situation before he took her back. Shane had not

minded it much back then, as he just assumed that the actor was having fun. He did not expect the man not to

even want to work now!

“Neil, are you being serious?” Shane asked again with a stern face.

Neil did not answer. He slouched on the couch, swirling a glass of whisky in his left hand.

What was the point of him being serious? The girl did not even plan to have anything to do with him. She had said it

—he was just an uncle to her.

Moreover, he did not know what he actually felt for her either. Sometimes, when he calmed down and thought

about it carefully, it was probably sympathy and pitiful fondness he had for her… His impression of her was like a

poor stray kitten, an alarmed bunny, a lively fox—all that but not a woman.

Neil had high standards for his partner. She had to be intelligent and beautiful, talented, have shared interests with

him, be able to take care of a home and be presentable, exude the feminine charm…

Aurelia did not match his standards at all.

Neil chuckled and emptied the whisky in his glass.

“Hey!” Shane nudged him and shook his head weakly. “There’s something I have to remind you.”

“What?”

“Whether your fiancee is real or not… the fans don’t want it to be real, understand?”

Neil frowned.

“You wouldn’t want to retire so soon, right?”

Neil’s gaze was aloof as he looked out the window. Of course, he wanted to make something out of this. It would be

boring to go home and take over his family business.

“If you still want a place in showbiz, maintain your relationship with your fans! You aren’t just an award-winning

actor. You’re also a popular celebrity. No matter how talented you are, it’d be useless without the fans’ support!”

“Mm, I know,” Neil replied indifferently.

“Good.” Shane was not assured. “I’ve sent the schedule for the next few days to your phone. Film festival’s red

carpet first, then judge in a variety talent show. There’ll be lots of press crowding you in these two schedules. You

know what to say by then!”

Neil nodded, still distracted.

Shane could only point it out to a certain extent. It was fortunate that Neil had never failed him at times when it

mattered.

…

Two days later, on the red carpet of the film festival, Neil caused a bout of squeals and screams as soon as he

appeared.

Just like Zephyr had said, his three-month absence in Centrolis had not reduced his popularity. Instead, the

mysteriousness earned him more attention.

Aurelia was making soup in the kitchen currently, a new skill picked up from Helen recently. She wiped her sweat

and adjusted to the lowest heat. She was cooking with the lowest heat now, so she only needed to keep an eye out

on the side.

She had placed her phone on the stand while she made soup and casually played a video. It was unexpected that a

familiar voice came from the video.

“Thank you for your concern. I’ve learned a lot about performing during my three months in Chaiseland. I hope I’ll

be able to present better work now that I’m back!”

Aurelia froze. She looked up at her phone. The man on the screen was poised. His perfect proportions and features

looked like God had favored him.

“Mr. Harris, rumors have it that you have a fiancee in Chaiseland. This is also what the fans are concerned with…

We wonder if the rumors are true.”

Aurelia’s heart squeezed abruptly.

Neil looked unfazed in front of the cameras. The flashlights kept going off on him. Aurelia could hardly see him, but

she heard his deep voice answer slowly, “I’m not answering this question. I hope to keep some privacy to myself.”

The reporters paused before they whispered to each other. He wanted some privacy? It meant that the rumor did

not come out of nowhere.

The reporters’ interest was piqued as they pursued it. “Mr. Harris, someone’s captured photos of a girl by your side

upon your return to Centrolis via a private jet… Is that your fiancee?”

“Mr. Harris, you’re already engaged. Why did you tell your fans that you’re single?”

“Mr. Harris, please explain!”