At the top floor of Regalia Hotel…
Marcus leaned back against the spacious recliner. The weather was not good today. The fog was thick above the sea far away, seeing no end like the knot in his heart.
“Are you not interested in Mr. Z Hamerton?
“You’d shoot up to high society if he took a liking to you!”
…
Marcus tightened his hold on the wine glass, his joints becoming white from the exertion.
He had just wanted to joke with her but did not expect such a huge reaction from her. Not only had she not allowed him in the bedroom these days, but she was also icy to him. She prepared the meals and cleaned the house as usual but kept a cold and polite distance from him.
The atmosphere nearly suffocated Marcus, who was always calm and collected, making him close to losing his mind. If he could go back in time, he would have choked himself without a filter dead!
A helicopter slowly landed on the helipad not far away. The wind stirred from the rotating propellers messed up Marcus’ hair and swept a corner of his shirt up as well.
Josiah got off the helicopter ecstatically and ran over to Marcus when he saw him. The closer he got, though, the more he realized that the guy did not look too good.
He had specifically ordered the hotel to prepare white truffles and caviar, but Marcus had not even laid a finger on them.
Josiah knew better this time. He quietly sat on the chair across from the man and kept his eyes on Fredric, hoping to get some sort of hint from the latter.
It was just that Fredric could not figure Marcus out either, so he silently read and sipped on coffee.
Finally, Josiah was unable to handle this quiet and oppressed mood. He chuckled dryly and tried to strike up a conversation, “Uh, Z… I showed Cordelia’s sales proposal to a few directors under me, and they showered it with praise, saying it’s done professionally. They even said that the person who prepared this was a talented individual and wanted to recruit her to our company!”
He thought that saying these would make Marcus happier, but the latter only glowered darker and glared at him.
Josiah’s heart lurched before it thumped nervously.
“Uh… My assistants say that the collaboration can happen. Bowfest Foreign Trading’s asking me to meet too. Z, should I go?”
Marcus snapped, “This is your company’s business matter. Should I be asked?”
Josiah was confused again.
Marcus asked, “Were you the one who arranged for Cordelia to attend the dinner at the Splendor Dynasty?”
“Yeah.” Josiah paused. “Isn’t that what you wanted? So she wouldn’t get caught up with the Jenners at the door and could come in for a good meal and a good rest… as long as she didn’t see you. That’s why I sent someone to put her in a room.”
Marcus snarled, “You had already got her in. Couldn’t you send her a stylist and dress her up for the banquet?”
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