Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Marcus paused and followed her gaze.

Yelena had come to the same boutique somehow and was watching the two of
them mockingly, occasionally scoffing.

Cordelia tugged Marcus to leave, but Yelena was faster in blocking their way.
“Oh, what a coincidence!” Yelena snorted. “Looks like you are having a good time
at work. Gotten a promotion and a raise? That you could take my dear brother-in-
law to a luxury boutique like this for shopping!

“Oh yeah, does the new place feel great to live in? Hah, please, have a good
time living there. Dad spent a lot of effort picking it out!”

Cordelia could recognize the sarcasm in her words. When she looked up at
Yelena, the hatred in the latter's eyes was like she wanted to rip her apart.
“Yeah, Mr. Father-in-law is pretty nice to us.” Marcus smiled and put Cordelia
behind him. “Not only did he choose a good place, but the property deed also
has Cordelia’s name! As for someone else, she probably has to look for a new
place as her studio. One can’t possibly carry the charge of intruding on private
property at this young age, right?”

“You—" Yelena glared at him.

Marcus looked indifferent, completely disregarding her.

“Don't feel too triumphant!” Yelena gritted her teeth. “It's just a cheap house!
Consider it charity from the Jenners to shoo beggars away!”

“It'd be best if Ms. Jenner thought that!”

Marcus was disdainful of getting petty with her. He was going to leave with an
arm around Cordelia’s shoulders when he heard Yelena yell, “Cordelia, stop right
there!”

Cordelia turned around and looked at her after taking a deep breath.

“I've been negotiating a project with your company recently.”

Cordelia’s expression took a change.

Yelena smiled and continued. “I'm on the guest list for your company event this
weekend. Don’t be awkward when we meet then!”

Cordelia replied calmly, “I'm paid to work in the company. There's nothing
awkward about it. If your project requires my help, you can come to me too, as
long as you don't feel awkward.”

“Bring your husband too.” Yelena mocked, “Show your coworkers and guests
what man you got married to that you're treasuring him like a gem!”

When Yelena said that, she had not expected Cordelia to actually attend the
event with Marcus.

Cordelia wore a cream-yellow dress with thin strapped heels. Each smile and
movement was captivatingly gorgeous. Marcus, who was next to her, was tall
and straight. His presence was barely ignorable. He was wearing the suit they
picked out at the boutique the other day.

“Hey, he’s so handsome!” someone commented softly. “Didn't people say
Cordelia got married to a thug who only knows how to fight? Have you met such
a handsome thug?”

“When they stand together, those who didn’t know better would've thought some
CEO that's attending the event with his wife!”

Yelena gripped her champagne flute tighter as the corner of her lips twitched.
Cordelia stayed beside Marcus with a warm and pure smile. The limelight of the
event was basically focused on them. She was a little nervous, but because she
was holding Marcus’ hand, the warmth of his palm calmed her down, and she
was at ease among the guests.

“See, I'm not wrong to have brought you here!” Cordelia said with a soft chuckle,
“My coworkers are all complimenting you!”

Marcus looked at her with a smile.

“I might not be able to keep you company later.” She was apologetic and pointed
to show him. “Over there, Ms. Cloud from the Morn-Glo Group, the one who was
allergic to peanuts the other time... There, Mr. Oliver Jones from the Star Group.
They're all my clients. I have to go greet them. Can you stay here and have
something on your own?”

“Mm, I can...” Marcus teased her on purpose, “But you've seen your female
coworkers who called me handsome just now. They're staring at me like starved
wolves. Aren't you worried about leaving me alone here?”

“You—" Cordelia glared at him.

Marcus grinned and swiped at her nose before pressing a kiss on her forehead.
“Go ahead with your socializing. I'll wait for you here, with absolute obedience to
morals!”

Cordelia beamed and took a glass of wine, going toward her clients. Just as she
stepped away, though, she heard a shrill voice from behind her. “Handsome, are
you alone?”