“I think they’re pretty good. What’s the matter?”
“If you think they’re good, then eat more and don’t talk so much!”
“You!” Yelena’s eyes grew wide. “What does it matter to you if I eat more or less? I was just mentioning the truth. Your husband hasn't said anything yet, so why do you have to be so sensitive about it?”
“Relax, Ms. Yelena!” Dwayne chimed in while holding his glass of wine. “Cordelia was just being nice by telling you to eat more. She’s just worried that you might get hungry later. Come, let’s cheer!”
Yelena harrumphed coldly and finished her wine in one gulp.
Cordelia was still fuming with anger. Her jaw was tightly set, and she clenched her fists so tightly that they were shaking.
She turned her head around to look at Marcus. He was still calm despite being insulted by Yelena, and she felt a little sorry for him.
She must be the reason Yelena called him here. He should not be here at all. He did not have to go through all the humiliation. This dinner party was not the same as the banquet last time. They could sneak away through the side door last time, but there were a few people here right now. It was not good for them to sneak away in front of them.
Cordelia lowered her voice and apologized, “Honey, I’m sorry…”
Marcus chuckled lightly and grabbed her hand tightly. Then, he placed her favorite meatball on her plate.
He listened as the people there started discussing stocks.
Oriental, Radeon, and Weston…
He frowned slightly as a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
“Guys, are you interested in these stocks?”
His low magnetic voice stunned them as if a stone was thrown into the water and caused ripples, so they all turned their heads to look at him.
“Umm, do you know stocks as well, Mr. Grist?”
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