Married a Secret Billionaire

“But who’s Lia? Aren’t you Yelena?”

“…”

Cordelia blanched, her legs nearly giving out and causing her to fall. Marcus kept an arm around her waist with a cryptic smile on his sculpted face. There was a sense of pressure mixed in his manliness that pulled at Cordelia’s conscience.

“Um…” She racked her mind to come up with something. “I am Yelena. Lia is my nickname.”

“Why’d that man know your nickname?”

Cordelia pressed her lips together as her ears reddened and heated up.

“I… I don’t know where he heard it either.” She braced herself to keep lying. “He might have heard my friends call me that when we were in university, so he mimicked them…

“He’s crazy anyway. What a pervert! You did a good job today, darling!” Cordelia flashed Marcus a timid grin. “I’ll make you barbecue ribs and pan-seared salmon tonight as a reward!”

Marcus smiled and stopped pushing the question. Instead, he pulled the girl into his arms and left the hotel with her.

…

The next day, gossip broke out in the office. Everyone either avoided Cordelia once they saw her or whispered comments behind her back.

The moment Cordelia entered the building, she felt their discriminating gazes and guessed that word had gotten around about Jesse being beaten up. It had to do with her anyway, so she was not shirking responsibility. If they did force her into a corner, though, she would not just give in!

“Cordelia, come here!” Her coworker, Annie Ambrose, called her over softly.

Cordelia paused and followed Annie to the corner of the hallway.

Annie was kind and bubbly and was usually the closest to her. Now that something had happened, she was the most concerned for her as well.

“Cordelia.” Annie looked troubled. “Did you hear what people say about you?”

“I know. Is it because Jesse got beaten up?” Cordelia asked directly. “But there was a cause. If the higher-ups want to investigate the case, I’ll—”

interrupted her in a hushed voice. “Cordelia, are you hiding something from

firm as he smiled softly at Cordelia. He then turned to Jesse with a callous, bloodthirsty expression. His

hotel entrance were about to step forward

his commanding presence as well and was now

up from the floor and staggered to regain his

How—How dare you hit

to Jesse and yanked him by his collar, dragging him to the back of the

worried about Marcus being at a disadvantage, so she hurriedly followed him. However, before she could reach him,

he got on his knees, his hands hugging his head. Marcus landed a kick on his chest. Before he could get up, Marcus had hit his head and slammed half of his

I was wrong! I was wrong! I

and his tone was frosty. “If I see you harassing my wife

on the ground like a worm, his lower

crotch. There was a patch of liquid under the man in that area. He snorted and

“Scram!”

about the pain he was in as he fled in a

thought that a tough fight had taken place. She hurried over to check if Marcus was hurt, but the man flung his

eyes turned wet as she beamed in relief

asked in a

shook her

he ran his hand through her long hair.

their eyes met and they broke out into

make much, and it’s so tough. You’ve basically got a grudge against your superior now.

“He won’t.” Cordelia giggled.

her pull a small recording pen from her pocket. She pressed the switch and the conversation

much better than that

you everything but a status if you’re with

to more clients and help you close more

squinted. His gaze on

her harassment. This way, Jesse would not dare act recklessly no matter how much he wanted to pick on her.

wife is so