Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

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Chris held Lena's hand and chuckled. "If you need my help, count me in!"

"The part where I need you has yet to come." Daniel smiled and looked at Lena. "The security of the Newhouses is

renowned. From what I know, 1/3 of their family income goes into security."

"Oh?" Lena chuckled wryly. "Maybe it's a rich people's woe, having too much money and worrying about being

targeted. So, they hire more bodyguards."

"Exactly. They're not just afraid of being targeted for money but also for their safety, especially Mrs. Newhouse."

Daniel's gaze was cryptic. "Mrs. Newhouse always has female bodyguards around her, and the Newhouses are

currently seeking a reliable person to train these female guards. I hope... that person is you."

Lena paused, then nodded. "I understand."

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She turned to Chris, smiling gently. "This needs Mr. Hamerton's help! If someone from the Hamertons recommends,

the Newhouses won't refuse."

"Naturally." Daniel smiled. "Once you're in the Newhouses, keep an eye on Jodie's every move for me." -

As Lena mentioned, things progressed quite smoothly. The Newhouses didn't want to offend the influential

Hamertons of Centrolis over such matters. Moreover, with recommendations from Zuko, Toph, and Chris, the

Newhouses readily agreed.

However, Jodie was somewhat reluctant. It was just that she had no choice with her father insisting.

After Lena entered the Newhouses, she secretly observed Jodie's every move. She was naturally astute, and this

minor task required minimal effort.

Yet, no concrete evidence was proving that Jodie wasn't biologically a Newhouse.

Maisie and Lily were at a cafe, enjoying the sunshine and afternoon tea while discussing sketches.

Seeing Maisie's interest in a few sketches, Lily chuckled and asked, "These are all drawn by Harvey, right? Do you

feel his drawings are more to your liking?"

"Yes," Maisie replied frankly. "Toph's artistry is impeccable, but it always feels like something's missing."

"It's that missing touch," Lily agreed. "In artistic works, it's not about technique but emotions. When everyone's

technique is almost the same, it's about who wins at the emotional level!"

Maisie sighed. "Unfortunately, his mental state isn't great—"

"Ah, who's talking about my son behind his back?"

Suddenly, a voice intervened.

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Maisie's heart skipped a beat. She quickly stood up to see a woman dressed elegantly with a faint smirk.

Maisie furrowed her brow, feeling a sense of familiarity.

As the woman approached them, Lily promptly introduced her formally to Maisie.

"Mrs. Newhouse, hello! This is Maisie Squire, a newly signed author and the latest best-selling writer! Maisie, this is

Mrs. Newhouse, also..."

"Delilah Roper," Delilah said confidently. "Compared to Mrs. Newhouse, I prefer my own name!"

Realization struck Maisie. It was no wonder she looked familiar. She was Delilah Roper, a highly acclaimed author in

the literary world. Her pictures were often in bookstores. Delilah's works were a lifeline in the declining book

market, always sold out upon release.

With over 20 years of writing and numerous awards, she wasn't just a writer but also an outstanding screenwriter.

She adapted many literary films.

Maisie nodded respectfully. As a newly listed best-selling author, she felt small in the presence of such a

heavyweight in the industry.