Married a Secret Billionaire

The women’s faces fell almost simultaneously as they rolled their eyes. They were going to leave the pantry when they heard Cordelia say, “Centrolis is a globalized city that’s highly accommodating. I really can’t believe that such an accommodating city has narrow-minded people like you!”

“Hah, so!?” The fat woman huffed. “Non-locals are non-locals. They’ll never compare to the local gals!”

“Hey, there’s a delivery!” Someone checked their phone.

The parcels would usually be left at the reception, and the coworkers would ask Cordelia to bring them in for them.

These older women were unable to correct the habit and called out in unison, “Cordelia, go get—”

“Get what?” Cordelia sneered. “None of those parcels is mine. Why should I get them?”

“We’re colleagues!” Another woman stepped in to mediate the situation. “Shouldn’t coworkers help each other out?”

“We’re coworkers when you need me to do something, but I’m only a vile ‘non-local’ when I’m not needed.” Cordelia smiled at them, but the smile did not reach her eyes, making the others shudder.

Cordelia said coldly, “Sorry, but these parcels are best left to be picked up by you ‘locals’. ‘Non-locals’ can’t be of help.

“Also, save your worries. I don’t need a boyfriend.” She said clearly, “I have a husband!”

Cordelia twirled and left after that, leaving the women rooted and gaping.

Sometimes, one really could not be too nice, or it would be an excuse to be bullied by others.

Cordelia did not go for lunch during noon but went to a park close to the company. She bought a bag of bread and sat on the bench to feed the pigeons.

A pair of black leather shoes appeared before her a while later. She looked up to see the soft smile of a sculpted face.

Cordelia received an interview notice from a company after settling down in Centrolis. The interview went smoothly, and she soon started working in the new company.

She took care of her mother at home after work and visited Carter at university during the weekends to bring him some daily necessities. The days went by in this routine as if she had returned to the pure and quiet time.

Zephyr kept her company quietly, never once disturbing her life, and frequently went to her place to help with chores.

helpful because Cordelia usually had to redo what he had done. It was fine when she was in a good mood, but

usually stopped Cordelia when she shouted and

your voice? Can’t you talk to our

it yourself if you have the time to yell at him! Why are you

you want because our Zephyr likes you!

was bewildered. Whose mother

calling Xyla “mom” as well, so those who did not know better

her head weakly

…

office. On her first day of work, her superior had already told her, “Young people should work

Cordelia was serious about it—she

pushover. Her job did not only

Devil’s Ivy. and

Centrolis local and looked down on her, who was not from the city, alienating and discriminating

the pantry to pour herself a glass of water, but the gossipers in the

you have a

awkwardly and wanted to hurry away but was pulled

like work’s urgent. Come chat with us! Heh… If you don’t have a boyfriend, we can introduce one

“It’s fine…”

so worried?” Another woman scanned Cordelia from head to toe as she munched on some nuts. “Why

say!” Another one spoke up. “I wouldn’t want someone

get along with, and their habits are different! Wouldn’t we be ‘helping the needy’ if

a mother and younger brother in

a deep breath, wondering where these people got their news from. How

like a bottomless hole!” Someone looked at her disdainfully and mocked, “Anyone who marries a non-local like her will

and loosened them as she

them. She could feel

the moment she joined the company, she was the gossip of the lot. To them, it was

around, raking her

softly. “I think Centrolis has too many non-locals as