Married a Secret Billionaire

“Whatever method it is, the goal will be achieved as long as you overpower Cordelia, right?” Giselle spoke in a hushed tone. “Her man has a shameful past, but your man is different!”

Yelena paused. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you have a photo with Mr. Z Hamerton?”

Yelena’s expression took a change while Giselle began to scroll through her phone, coming up with a photo a while later.

“Yelena, see!” She looked thrilled. “Didn’t you send this to me during the Hamerton’s dinner back then? This is Centrolis’ Hamertons! How many people at the dinner tonight have been there? You’re the only one!

“Just you wait. I’ll win this back for you so that little b*tch Cordelia is embarrassed!”

Before Yelena could stop her, Giselle was gone.

As the dinner went on, Cordelia was done networking with her clients. She met Marcus’ gaze, and they smiled in unison.

“Want to go?”

“Mm.”

Cordelia had never liked events with a lot of people.

Marcus pointed at the door at the side of the hall.

a search! Cordelia was ecstatic. She held his hand and was darting there quietly when she heard a peal of laughter

of looking good like Cordelia’s husband? Someone with a criminal record is tainted wherever

had an arm around her shoulder and shook his head at her with a smile to ask her to ignore

into a prince wearing the royal gown! Hah, Cordelia’s nothing like her sister… See, her sister, Yelena, has taken a photo

with a slight frown as well when he heard

happened just now did not

it, but no one could see that with the man’s lead. They gained a round of

in anger while Yelena glared

“Useless!”

“Yelena, you—”

fuming. “You can’t even take care of Marcus! Look

Yelena that they would embarrass Cordelia at the dinner,

she first met Marcus, she was also attracted by the latter’s tall and handsome appearance. When he told her that he had killed someone with a smile, though, the dark sharpness in his gaze, the bone-chilling frost in his smile, and the sense of pressure he exuded all

of life to seduce a

a moment of silence, “Yelena, we can win

glared at Cordelia, who was farther

Cordelia, right?” Giselle spoke in a hushed

“What

a photo with Mr. Z

while Giselle began to scroll through her phone, coming up