Married a Secret Billionaire

“Nothing…” Cordelia forced a smile. “Business hasn’t been good these days, huh?”

It stumped Zephyr. He had never been concerned about whether the business was good since the beginning. The purpose of opening this shop was just to make Cordelia happy. It was just that she would be unhappy if business remained bad.

Zephyr frowned. ‘Goodness, how did I miss this!?’

He would probably have to ask Josiah and Fredric to get more customers over these days. While he thought about it, he heard Cordelia huff. “Someone must be behind this! Business was okay previously. How could it just disappear!?”

“What?” Zephyr paused.

Cordelia whipped out her phone and tapped on a few review apps.

Iris had plenty of reviews, but almost all of them were bad ones.

[I heard that the boss of this cafe is a felon—an inmate!]

[Yeah, don’t go to that shop! What good coffee can a boss who’s gone behind bars make?]

[Even one star is too much! Dodgy shop!]

Cordelia read through them, page after page, her hands shaking.

“Darling, look…” she said, aggrieved. “I only found out today that so many people are calling our shop a fraud!

anyone since we started our business!” Cordelia

She licked her lips. “Could it be people you had grudges

into thin air. Robert came to Jangasas to secretly deliver the news to him. “Sir, our people have basically flipped Centrolis over, but Marcus can’t be found

out of the blue!? Now that he was nowhere to be found, Zephyr had already thought of

Centrolis!” He gnashed his teeth. “I suspect that Uncle Matthew’s already found him first. They’ll definitely find someone to

Robert widened his eyes,

me,” Zephyr instructed, “Cordelia, though… Get a few reliable men to watch her

“Got it!”

chills down his spine all of a sudden after saying

considering conspiring, he had never been scared,

out in the open while they were lurking in the shadows. If they could not lay a finger on him, they would certainly target

together. His sculpted face was

from the outside of

before he pressed his cap lower and ran out. As Cordelia went past him, she found the person mysterious and wanted to

“You’re done with work?”

gaze and hooked her arms with

it felt empty. It was currently leisure hours

neatly in the cabinet at the back, barely lessened. The cakes and desserts in the glass case by the bar had not

and a wash of disappointment flashed

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