Married a Secret Billionaire

“Z, don’t blame him for having so much to say! Even I’m surprised.” Fredric chuckled. “It seems like you’re… having a good time with her?”

Marcus sobered up. Fredric had always been the level-headed one, so he would not ask something like this for no reason. There had to be a reason he was asking such a question.

He understood what Fredric meant. The lawyer was worried about him spending his time here with Cordelia and forgetting about returning to Centrolis and his actual status.

“I’m just keeping a low profile to get prepared,” Marcus replied coolly. “It’s just a roommate situation with Ms. Jenner. Nothing good or bad. I’ll be leaving one day.”

Fredric smiled and said nothing more.

Josiah glanced over at Cordelia and turned around with a grin to suggest, “Z, why don’t I… put your check on the house?”

“You?” Marcus raised a brow and thought about it. “Forget about it. Just get me a discount. Otherwise, she’ll be eating in distress.”

“Mm, that works too.” Josiah had learned his lesson. Anything Mr. Z Hamerton said was fine with him. “I’ll let them know then!”

Marcus arched a brow. “Your family owns this hotel?”

“My uncle’s the boss!” Josiah scratched his head.

“You Bayers have a lot of businesses in Jangasas, huh!”

realized this now by catching Fredric’s gaze. “Z, just let me know anytime you need

had his hands behind

soul but he was pretty dependable. There

out Bowfest Foreign Trading for me. And there’s some department supervisor

something? Or had he heard others saying the Jenners had completed the marriage pact by using an illegitimate daughter? Had they said that he had married an impersonator and not the treasured heiress

a rich and beautiful girl—not

her hands clenched the hem of her clothes anxiously. She kept telling herself that she must not admit it. Marcus had been in jail for

the topic. “Oh, right, I haven’t made any sales this month, so I’ve got to work harder next month! I… I might not be able to come back and cook as often. You’ll be fine taking

I’m not a child. Of

the lobster risotto on his plate to her. Cordelia insisted she did not want it, but the man stared

words caused Cordelia to duck her head before relenting

the latter smirking at him from a short distance away. Fredric was standing next to him as well,

an indifferent tone before

share joy, huh? Sharing a plate of lobster risotto with your heads touching… Z, why didn’t

to suppress

say! Even I’m surprised.” Fredric chuckled. “It seems like

like this for no reason. There had to be a reason he was asking

him spending his time here