Married a Secret Billionaire

“Check what out?”

“Check which clients Cordelia’s gone to visit today! Dumb*ss!”

Josiah was confused. “I thought we were leaving it to her?”

Fredric rolled his eyes. The energy he had to invest to talk to someone like him!

When Marcus returned home, Cordelia was not back yet. He checked his watch and noted that there was still some time left before she’d get off work.

He looked around, but the house was still clean and everything in the kitchen was put in order even though Cordelia had been busy with work recently. Marcus smiled. She was already very busy yet she worked hard without complaining. She had to take care of the household expenses too.

It seemed that she was speaking the truth. She really did plan to spend the rest of her life with him.

A lifetime… Could he really promise her a lifetime?

Marcus’ brows were furrowed as he spent a moment lost in thought. He then went to the bathroom.

Regardless of whether they would spend a lifetime together, he ought to live well now. He remembered Cordelia saying that this home belonged to both of them. As a husband, he should share the house chores with her.

Marcus chortled and looked at the laundry basket. Their clothes from two days ago were still piled in there. He planned to wash them, thinking Cordelia would be happy when she came back home to this.

He poured the contents of the bin out swiftly, but something small and white caught his eye…

Marcus was seated on the rooftop of the Regalia Hotel, the cigarette between his fingers almost finished. The view was scenic, the faraway ocean glimmering as white yachts dotted the surface and seabirds circled the sky above.

on the table with a text notification of a fund transfer—$400 had

b*stard! Sis-in-law isn’t just

the first time you’re spending a woman’s money, right?

within him. He had not expected Cordelia to really transfer him the money. He had calculated it, and she only had $400

ashtray and cast his gaze far away, a complicated look flashing

looking into Bowfest. Karine Carmichael is a mid-level executive in the company and a frequent bully because

through his report, Fredric contemplated if he

at

in charge of Cordelia’s department. He was

looked at Marcus’ face. It was icy, without so much as

they were college kids. No

Marcus hummed, looking up at him. “Did I say

nothing, but it was worse than him saying

“Go on.”

at the company. It’s also why

Marcus glowered.

Carmichael taken care of? Leave it to me! I could do away

coughing as he

need.” Marcus’ tone was frosty. “It’s all petty issues. Stirring things up in a small company like

like Karine Carmichael and Jesse Ford.

hummed and poured himself some coffee. After a moment

out on sales

said before he got up and left