Chapter 8

Late at night, Cornelia’s sweet dreams were shattered by a phone call.

Groggily, she found her phone and saw “Marcus” displayed on the screen, instantly waking her up.

Cornelia sat up and answered, “President Hartley, hello!”

It was a strange man’s voice, “Your President Hartley is drunk, come to Shimmer Club and pick him up”

“Who are you?” At this time, Marcus should be with his wife.

How could he get drunk at Shimmer Club?

And who was this stranger calling from his phone?

“I’m Leonardo Wilson, hurry up and get over here.” The other party hung up after speaking.

Cornelia knew Leonardo was Marcus’s friend, and his family was one of Riverton’s four major families.

It was part of Cornelia’s job to pick up Marcus if he was drunk.

Cornelia quickly changed into her work clothes and rushed to Shimmer Club by taxi.

Shimmer Club was Riverton’s most exclusive membership club, not open to ordinary people.

Leonardo had already informed the staff, and someone greeted Comelia as soon as she got out of the car, leading her to the private room, “Miss, they’re inside.”

Cornelia thanked the staff and knocked on the door, immediately seeing two couples drinking on the couch, with only Marcus sitting alone in the corner, holding a nearly finished cigarette in his hand.

All four pairs of eyes turned to Cornelia, unabashedly sizing her up.

“So you’re Marc’s new assistant? You’re too pretty to be wasted working for someone like him,” said Leonardo, whom Cornelia recognized from pictures online.

Leonardo came from a wealthy home and was good–looking; he always made headlines and had dated countless female celebrities, earning him the reputation of being a notorious playboy in Riverton.

“Mr. Wilson, hello! I’m

and swirling his wine glass, Leonardo asked, “Do

an item for sale, which Cornelia

if you don’t have a boyfriend,

you. Cornelia didn’t like these spoiled rich kids who tried to pursue every girl they met. If he weren’t Marcus’s

instead laughing, “So you’re not interested in me, are you interested in

Marcus would

thankfully he was just focused on smoking and didn’t seem

saying no,

people?” People like him were too narcissistic, thinking all women would be attracted to rich kids like them.

“Marc, your

is quite bold. Who gave her the courage?” Another man chimed in, his eyes on Cornelia

didn’t know him, but she guessed he was the son of the

Hartley family, the Reese family, the Wilson family, and

the same age and were said to have been friends since

the chatter, and everyone looked

peacemaker, “No problem,

gave Cornelia a cold stare,

and they didn’t know each other. Why was

Marcus, who smelled

Chapter 8

a low voice, she asked,

her, “Who asked

“Mr. Wilson told

short. You should enjoy it while you can, or it’s

serious, “You asked me to call the driver earlier,

Wrong.”

him but didn’t bother arguing, got up to leave with Cornelia following closely

you should find a handsome man like me. Your President Hartley is

Cornelia was speechless.

help but feel that Leonardo was trying to make

Cornelia saw a black Bentley

Marcus, and once he was seated, she got

that Marcus had several high–value

Marcus, “Blueshell Mansion.”

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