Married a Secret Billionaire

“It’s this! Hah, I wasn’t expecting this from you, Cordelia. You actually hooked up with the eldest heir of the Hamertons in Centrolis!”

Cordelia was bewildered. She saw her name, Cordelia Jenner, written on the beautiful invitation, and the person inviting her was Yale Hamerton. She did not even know what that was!

“Stop acting like you’re innocent! You think every man takes the bait?” Yelena glared at her.

“Cordelia, I’m telling you, don’t even think about going to this dinner!

“The one Mr. Yale Hamerton invites is the real Jenner heiress! A b*stard like you has nothing to do with our family, and you want to rise up clinging to the Hamertons? Don’t even think about it!”

“Oh, my dear daughter, don’t get so mad!”

Joanne came in through the door and snickered when she saw Cordelia.

“Yelena, go down quickly! Mr. Yale’s men are waiting to send you to the airport!”

Yelena swayed her hips as she went down, glancing at Cordelia when she passed her.

“Country bumpkin!” She sneered. “You only deserve thugs like Marcus Grist!

“Hah, since you married him for me, I’ll attend the dinner for you. Consider the score settled, right? Hahaha!”

Cordelia simply found it absurd and snorted. “You bragged about it for so long. Do you really think I want to attend this dinner?”

The person who had made the call kept calling “Ms. Jenner,” and there was only one Ms. Jenner in this house—that was her, Yelena Jenner!

It was a Hamerton heir, anyway. She did not care if it was the eldest or the third. As long as she could marry herself into the Hamertons, she would be able to brag in Jangasas and even Centrolis!

and triumphant look

“Wendy!”

Yelena…” Wendy hurried over. She was anxious but realized that Yelena seemed to be in

“Yes, Ms. Yelena?”

Yelena jutted her chin. “Tell the person that I’m free to have the

Cordelia!” She

want that b*tch to watch

…

press the doorbell because she really did

ran out and waved at

“Ms. Cordelia, you’re here!”

with a smile

her inside, but as she stepped in, she

there’s

looked appalled and glanced upstairs, stammering, “It’s upstairs. Mr. Cordelia… come with

her to Yelena’s room. Before she broke out of her

here! Come quickly, how do I

Cordelia was astonished.

All the makeup

stylist, Andy,” Yelena flaunted, pleased,

at her

Yelena brandished the big sapphire stone on her finger. “I think you mustn’t have

to collect something.” Cordelia was not interested in what Yelena had to say. “Wendy says there’s a letter for

letter?” Yelena sneered. “I