Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Cordelia was surprised. Jesse blocked her way with a sneer, and his gaze was
hostile and disdainful.

“Hah, my dear junior, you're learned and skilled now! You even have your eyes
on my position, huh?”

Cordelia did not want to argue with him and went around him, but Jesse spoke
up again behind her. “You think that sly old fox Michael sincerely wants to
promote you? He's just using you!”

Cordelia turned to look at him.

Jesse tugged his tie in annoyance. He slowly paced to her, but she could not
help being nauseated by the pungent tobacco scent on him.

“Cordelia, if you like my place so much, I'll give it to you! Why come at me like
this?”

“I've never coveted your place.” Cordelia looked at him coldly. “Mr. Johnson
asked me over and said that—"

“Those who are capable work more?” Jesse scoffed. “That fox used me the same
way back then!”

Cordelia’s gaze dimmed as she leaned back to put some distance between them.
“Centrolis is a piece of meat so hard to chew that the director is powerless. And
you? You want to score it?”

“We'll have to try to know if that's possible,” Cordelia answered clearly, as clear
as her gaze was. “The company has never taken seniority into account. If you're
so scared of me taking your place, compete with me fair and square!”

Jesse laughed.

“Cordelia, you're so silly it’s cute! Fine, since you're set on trying to chew this
rubber meat, let me tell you what I've picked up over the years!

“There are four major families in Centrolis. Win over any one of them, and you
won't have to worry for the rest of your life!” Jesse's gaze was dark. “Don’t even
think about the top of the four major families, the Hamertons. You can try the
Bayers! The heir is known for being a womanizer anyway. Who knows? He might
take a liking to you!”

Cordelia was scowling with clenched fists. She took a deep breath and smiled at
Jesse after a few seconds of silence. “You always like talking about women and
their beauty.”

Jesse paused and studied her with a squint.

“Jesse Ford,” Cordelia called him with his full name and a cold gaze. “To you,
women must have exchanged whatever achievement they got with themselves,
is that it? Women must sell themselves and take such shortcuts if they want to
achieve anything?”

Jesse looked at her and snorted in disdain.

“Hah! Looks like you must be envious of women’s innate advantage since you
talk about it so much, right, Mr. Ford? You must hate that you're a man and can't
take a woman's “shortcut’ when you fail to sign a deal!

“That's okay, though.” Cordelia crossed her arms and said, “There’s a country
excelling in transgender surgeries. It's not too far, and it's cheap. Return tickets
will only cost half a month of your salary. You can totally free up a weekend to get
the surgery done.”

“What!?” Jesse gnashed his teeth. “Cordelia, you—"

“You're good-looking, Mr. Ford. You'd definitely look better than me if you became
a woman! The company will rely on you for its sales then!”

The people around them who heard it chuckled behind their hands as they
whispered about Jesse's loss.

Cordelia smirked and left.

Jesse stood rooted, dazed for a long moment. The sharpness that gleamed from
Cordelia’s impassive gaze was chilling and exactly like Marcus, who had beaten
him up the other day.

Cordelia looked up information on the computer right after returning home and
having dinner.

Marcus was curious and peeked behind her only to see Josiah’s photo on
Cordelia’s screen!

Cordelia studied the information and photo the whole night, memorizing Josiah’s
preferences and such.

Marcus’ gaze darkened, and he silently went to the balcony, closing the door. His
sandbag and boxing gloves were there, and he spent some time boxing. The
longer he did it, the more frustrated he felt. He glanced inside the house and saw
that Cordelia was still focused on the computer.

He punched the bag and went to stand at a corner of the balcony. He pulled out
his phone, gave it a thought, and called Josiah.

“Z?" Josiah was at the bar, surprised at receiving the call. “How may I help you?”
The other end of the line was silent.

Josiah checked his screen. The signal was fine, and the call was connected, so
he asked again, “Z, what's up?”

Marcus was still quiet.

“Z, tell me anything, I'll surely—"

The speaker suddenly boomed with a growl, “Don’t appear in front of me for
nothing!”

Josiah shuddered. When he checked the screen again, the call was cut. He
could not believe it. Marcus, who had never contacted him first, called him at
night just to shout this at him?

Perplexed, Josiah looked at Fredric. “How did I offend him again?”