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!

look on her as she thought about

“Wendy!”

anxious but realized that Yelena

“Yes, Ms. Yelena?”

her chin. “Tell the person

Cordelia!” She

want that

…

press the doorbell because she really did not want to go into this home that was

Wendy ran out and waved at

“Ms. Cordelia, you’re here!”

Cordelia nodded with a smile

as she stepped in,

you say there’s

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

room. Before she broke out of her

sister’s here! Come quickly, how do

Cordelia was astonished.

evening dress was ***y and accentuated her figure. All the makeup was delicate as well, obvious that it

is the stylist, Andy,” Yelena flaunted, pleased, “He’s also

her with

“I think you mustn’t have heard these big international names. Hah, it’s like I’m talking

not interested in what Yelena had to say.

letter?” Yelena sneered.