Secret Marriage to a Billionaire

Blithe nodded repeatedly. "It seems you really understand the character well. Even those who have read the novel think Tiffany is too weak."

Hearing Director Blithe's praise, the two assistant directors quickly chimed in, "Yes, this young lady may be a newcomer, but her emotional performance was spot on."

"Not only was her emotion on point, but her expressions while delivering the lines were also very rich. Especially those tears that she held back until the very end!" Blithe nodded again. "Alright, the role is yours. We'll notify your agent later."

Emily Avery gave an awkward smile. "I don't have an agent, and I'm not signed with any company. So, you can just call the number I left when filming starts."

Blithe was quite surprised. Nowadays, most young actors, big or small, are signed with some agency. This young lady had the looks and acting skills, yet she wasn't signed.

"Alright then, wait for our notification."

"Thank you, Director!" Emily Avery bowed deeply. She couldn't believe she had landed the role so dramatically!

As Emily Avery walked out of the room, she still felt like she was floating, as if in a dream.

Kenneth Butler came up to her. "How did it go?"

Emily Avery looked at Kenneth Butler with a blank expression. "I got the role! I nailed it!"

Kenneth Butler finally breathed a sigh of relief and playfully tapped her forehead. "How are you going to thank me?"

Emily Avery patted Kenneth Butler on the shoulder. "I'll treat you to dinner!"

"Sounds good, but before that, let's head to the hospital." Kenneth Butler noticed the injuries on Emily Avery's body.

Emily Avery finally noticed that while crawling up and down the basement, she had accidentally scraped her arms and legs in several places, and they were now oozing blood. 

"It's nothing serious, just a few scratches. I'll buy some antiseptic on the way back and clean them up."

The two of them walked out together. Kenneth Butler, as usual, drove his Ferrari LaFerrari, following Emily Avery's directions to a street food stall. Yes, it was indeed a street food stall.

One look at the surroundings, and Kenneth Butler's brows furrowed tightly.

With his status, he had never set foot in such an environment.

Emily Avery, however, was quite familiar with the place. She greeted the slightly hunched owner and ordered a bunch of skewers and two small clay pots. For her, this meal was already quite a treat. Kenneth Butler coughed lightly, "Um, Emily Avery, don't you think my car doesn't quite fit in with this place?"

Emily Avery glanced at the sapphire blue Ferrari LaFerrari parked by the roadside. It indeed looked out of place in this seemingly dirty and chaotic environment.

"But I can't afford to treat you anywhere else!" She shrugged helplessly. "I'm really poor. If I told you my wallet is cleaner than my face, would you believe me?"

Kenneth Butler let out a slight hum and didn't say anything.

"How do you know my name is Emily Avery?"

Emily Avery remembered that the first time they met, she hadn't told him her name to avoid any future entanglements. The second time they met, it was a brief encounter, and names were never mentioned.

"Well..." Kenneth Butler was momentarily at a loss for words. He hadn't intended to call her by her name, but in the situation that afternoon, he had no choice. Thinking back, she indeed hadn't told him her name. "You forgot that in the library, you used your card to get in. I just asked around and found out."

"The lady at the card desk must have been so smitten by a handsome guy that she didn't care about anything else!" Emily Avery couldn't help but complain. "By the way, I still don't know your name."

"Hmm... just call me Kenneth," Kenneth said, not wanting her to know just yet that he was actually her husband. After all, he still had things he wanted to figure out.

"Oh, what do you do for a living?" Emily Avery asked.

Kenneth Butler hesitated, unsure of how to answer. Just as he was about to speak, Emily suddenly slapped the table.

"I got it! You're a gigolo, aren't you?"

"A gigolo?"

"Yeah, look at you driving such a nice car but wearing clothes that look like they came from a thrift store. Plus, you were hanging around in a bar. You're handsome and have a great body, so you must be a gigolo!" Emily said, squinting her eyes at him.

She had heard from her classmates that there were quite a few gigolos in bars. So when she decided she wanted a baby without any strings attached, she went to a bar, thinking it was risky but also that a gigolo wouldn't cling to her.

"Uh..." Kenneth Butler was at a loss for words. His clothes, though simple, were actually high-end custom pieces from a designer brand. Yes, even his plain T-shirt was custom-made!

"Don't be embarrassed. I don't judge people based on their jobs," Emily said, giving Kenneth Butler a hearty pat on the shoulder.

Royce Butler didn't bother to correct her.

"Thanks a lot for today," Emily said with a bright smile.

Royce Butler waited for her to say more, but when she didn't, he asked, "That's it?"

Emily's eyes darted around. "Yep, that's it."

"What, just a simple 'thank you' and that's it?!" Emily Avery couldn't believe expressing gratitude could be so straightforward.

"Didn't I already treat you to some barbecue skewers?" Kenneth Butler scoffed, shaking his head dismissively. "Don't forget, I still have your photos. Plus, I saved you this time. Without me, you might not have landed that role today. So, don't you think you owe me something?"

Emily had hoped that by getting on good terms with this man, she could smooth over the photo issue. But it seemed he hadn't forgotten about it at all.

"So, how do you want me to repay you?" she asked.

"I've made it very clear before," Kenneth leaned in closer to Emily, "sleep with me one more time."

Emily bit her lip. "You sleep with plenty of people in your line of work, and you get paid for it. What difference does it make if you sleep with me?"

"Of course, it makes a difference. You're young and fresh. The women I usually sleep with are rich but older. What's the fun in that? Besides, I can pay you too!"

She had called him a gigolo, and he didn't mind playing along.

"Can't we just be regular friends?" she sighed.

"That's boring," Kenneth waved her off, clearly uninterested in that idea. "Emily, didn't you enjoy it last time? What's the difference between once and twice? Besides, you seemed to have a good time in bed last time."

Emily's face turned pale with anger.

If she didn't sleep with him again, her photos would undoubtedly be leaked.

Kenneth Butler could tell just by looking at Emily Avery's expression that something was up!