Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 237

In Cordelia’s daze, she heard a loud noise. The sound of a bullet penetrating glass was deafening. Then, chaos ensued.

Cordelia slumped on the floor, fading into black. She was hanging on to the last sliver of will as she crawled out.

“Honey, save me…”

In spite of it, a hand abruptly grabbed her hair!

The pain, like her scalp was splitting from her skull, made her cry. Before she fell unconscious, she felt an icy blade cut into her skin, and she vaguely heard the man’s voice.

“Mr. Z, hah… Let me go, and I’ll give this woman to you. What do you think?

“You aren’t making any loss in this deal! As long as you let me go, I promise I won’t appear before you again…

“My wife is yours from now on!”

With Zephyr’s growl, his bodyguards surrounded Marcus, but they dared not move recklessly. There was a dagger against Cordelia’s neck, and blood was slowly trickling out.

Marcus snickered. Just when he got to the door, he shoved Cordelia to Zephyr.

The bodyguards gave chase, but Marcus hopped into a black car stopped by the road. The car had no registration plates and was as if it had been waiting by the road.

The bodyguards failed to catch the man and could not see the person driving the car, so they returned for Zephyr’s order.

“To the hospital! Quickly!”

Zephyr had Cordelia in his arms all the way—his body and hands were stained with her blood. He was at a loss. His chaotic mind was blank. He tried to stop her blood in various ways, but it was like it could not be stopped.

“Cordelia! Cordelia!” Zephyr called her in a frenzy. “Open your eyes and look at me!”

Cordelia did not have any reaction. Her face and lips were pale.

Zephyr called her name hopelessly and repeatedly. This was the first time he felt death this close to him.

“Mr. Matthew said that after you take Cordelia out, I should… take you out!”

Marcus widened his eyes. He had a hand on the car door as he looked at the man alertly.

The young man before him was fair and clean-looking. He looked harmless, but the glum and ferocity in his eyes did not look like they belonged to a boy merely 20 years of age.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Grist.” He smiled. “If I wanted to kill you, I’d have done so long ago. I wouldn’t drive you here.”

Marcus gulped. “What do you want?”

The guy pulled a thick envelope and a business card out of the glove compartment.

“Take this money and go to this address,” he said. “Someone will take you there. The money should be enough for you to go into hiding for some time.”

Marcus was lost. He dared not take it, unsure if this would be another trap.