Married a Secret Billionaire

Cordelia and Zephyr rushed to the venue where the new launching would be held despite the night.

The event would be held the following day, but the staff had discovered that over ten haute couture dresses had varying degrees of damage to them when they ran the regular check tonight. The holes were not too big, but they affected the appearance, and the garments could barely be used.

One would need to glance at the clothes and know that they had been intentionally ruined.

Cordelia was calm and carefully went through each piece of clothing before she asked, “Weren’t these clothes delivered three days in advance? Didn’t you all check them properly, then?”

“They were sent by the head designer of each brand personally, and the vehicles they came in were bulletproof. Our people checked them in detail when they arrived, and there was no issue!”

Zephyr scowled and sent someone to retrieve the surveillance recording.

“Cordelia, stay calm,” he told her with an arm around her. “This venue has the best security in the whole of Melorian. If this is sabotage, the cameras must have caught it.”

Cordelia’s brows were tightly knitted. “But the launch is tomorrow…”

“Tomorrow’s launch will be canceled,” Zephyr said, calling his secretary. “Send out a notice that the launch of the new haute couture pieces will be postponed, and the exact time is to be confirmed.”

“Darling…”

Cordelia tugged his sleeve nervously.

The launch of these new haute couture pieces was also part of the International Fashion Week, which everyone valued. The designers of these dresses were well-known internationally as well.

If the Baker Group ruined the launch, not only would their pride and reputation be lost, but they would also have to pay a huge compensation.

“It’s fine.” Zephyr held her cold hand. “It’s just postponing the launch, not canceling it entirely. It’s fine to compensate them a little.

“But my wife’s health comes first. You can’t sacrifice your health just because of this, right?”

Cordelia looked at him with complicated feelings. “I’m the General Manager of this project. I should be bearing this responsibility.”

“No worries.” Zephyr smiled and hugged her. “Your husband’s here. No one will dare to make things difficult for you!”

the board of directors

shoulder the loss.

“Darling…”

face against his chest. His scent pacified her, and his

“Mr. Hamerton, the surveillance recording is tricky to

“Mm.”

how are we

them for this.” Zephyr squinted and

stroked her face and flashed her an indulging smile. “Darling, go home and rest up. Don’t overthink it, and

“What about you?”

in a while. I’ll negotiate with them and discuss

do it

Zephyr frowned. “You and our son get a good rest. Leave this

the solution with the designers, but he would also stay there to wait for the

had a guess of who the culprit of

“Honey, did

Cordelia was still

next to her ear huskily,

froze before

superman’s right in front

about it. “I want you to not exhaust yourself and come home earlier to

“Your wish is your

The next morning…

updated Cordelia about the discussion of

not provide a decent explanation to the shareholders or set foot in Melorian or even the

much pressure he had been under to face those nitpicking board members and how much patience he needed to deal with

what happened,

asked softly, “Have you got the surveillance

and he pulled his

cap could clearly be seen sneaking in and out of the venue like