All Chapters of Married a Secret Billionaire: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

Josiah was not wearing pants! He was not wearing any pants!“Ahh!” Godd*mn!Josiah kept shrieking as he frantically pulled a piece of clothing from the side to cover himself.The girl was terrified, shaking as she crouched on the floor with her hands wrapped around her head.At the same time, someone knocked on the dressing room door.Josiah stopped screaming abruptly and was still in shock when he heard someone asking, “Is there anyone in there? Can I enter?”It was a man’s voice.Josiah was a little befuddled. He was going to open the door when something grabbed his ankle. Looking down, the girl crawled in front of him, grabbing his foot. Her eyes were misty.“No…” she pleaded. “Don’t open the door. Don’t say that I’m here…”“What?” Josiah was lost. “What’s happening?”“Please!”The knocks grew louder.Josiah did not have much time to think. The moment the person outside kicked the door open, he grabbed the clothes he covered himself with and pressed the girl on the floor

Josiah suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. He could no longer control it.It was like Kelly had magic. Her eyes felt like a mysterious world that tempted him to explore.He looked at her in a daze and felt their surroundings quieting down all of a sudden. It was like all the lights in the world were concentrated on her.A cool breeze blew, prompting coughs from the girl. It snapped Josiah out of his daze, and he removed his jacket to drape it on her.“It’s okay…”“Put it on!” Josiah pulled it around her. “Don’t you have a weak body? You can’t catch a cold!”Kelly licked her lips and looked at him quietly.There were noises from the auction, and people were already walking toward the door.“Looks like it’s over,” said Josiah. “Uh… Let me send you home. Where are you living?”Kelly shook her head. Everything that happened felt like a dream. Now that it was time to wake up, she should go back to her reality.Her reality was that she was the unknown daughter of the Tanners. She

“Yes, sir.” Robert nodded.It was just that Rowan was low-profile and mysterious. He had never liked making public appearances. He had even just attended but did not take a seat in the auction, so not many got to see him.“He might be guarded if we ask to meet as us.” Zephyr had already thought of this.“Then… under Mr. Matthew’s name?”“No need.” Zephyr smirked. “Say that grandpa wants to meet him!”Robert froze before replying, ”Mm, it’s an idea too. After all, Elder Mr. Hamerton’s reputation is significant. Rowan can’t just be rude.”Zephyr smiled before his expression hardened the next second abruptly. He bowed and gasped in pain—his knees felt like something was cutting through them.“Sir, are you alright!?” Robert panicked a little.Zephyr eyed him instantly to shush him since Cordelia was still in the kitchen.“Fine.” He moved his legs. “Old issue.”“Is your old injury relapsing?” Robert was worried.Zephyr had been injured during the plane crash. Everything else had

“You despicable man!”Rowan was red from anger.Matthew grinned at him with a sly gaze and ill intentions.Rowan had been clueless about Zephyr’s private jet crash. He had gotten to know Matthew over several events back then, and they, at most, could be considered acquaintances.The Irwins in Southeast Aciatic ran a commercial airport other than manufacturing medicines. A few big air terminals in the region were also under their authority.That was how Matthew had his idea. He somehow brought a technician into the airport without Rowan’s knowledge and tinkered with Zephyr’s plane… He then produced an insurance policy with a huge sum insured and told Rowan that he was the beneficiary of the hundreds of millions of dollars.Never in Rowan’s dream would it occur to him that he would be framed for this disgusting and repulsive extent!“Mr. Irwin, if word about this gets out, the outsiders won’t listen to your explanation. They’ll only assume that someone under you harmed Zephyr!“Y

Cordelia had just poured herself a glass of water and taken a gulp, so she almost spat it out.She ended the call and left the room.Mona seemed impatient outside and glared at her in frustration.“What’s this? You call this professional?” she yelled. “Imperial Media’s a capable company in showbiz. How’s there an agent like this!? Where’s the courtesy when the artist came and was just abandoned at the side!?”Mr. Smith could not take it. “Ms. Adams, have you been courteous then?”Mona glared at him.“Ms. Cordelia is Madam Baker’s senior assistant. She oversees all artists' activities, schedules, training, and so on. Even Neil Harris has to follow her arrangement!“Or do you think you’re higher in status compared to Mr. Harris?”What Mr. Smith said carried a lot of weight. Mona took a step back in indignation.Cordelia smiled and picked up a folder on the desk. It contained the schedules of several artists in the company.“This is your arranged schedule.” Cordelia passed Mona’