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.

him, “Mr. Wilson, hello! I’m here to

the woman next to him and swirling his wine glass, Leonardo asked, “Do you

like an item for sale, which Cornelia found repulsive, “Whether

you don’t have a boyfriend, I can be your

I’m not interested in you. Cornelia didn’t like these spoiled rich kids who tried to pursue every girl they met. If he weren’t Marcus’s friend,

laughing, “So you’re not interested in

that Marcus

just focused on smoking and didn’t seem to notice

not saying no,

be attracted to rich kids like them. If it weren’t for

“Marc, your

her the courage?” Another man

he was the son of the

the Reese family, the Wilson family, and the Petersen

the same age

deep voice cut through the chatter, and everyone looked at him as he slowly

peacemaker, “No problem, no

gave Cornelia a cold stare, full of

didn’t

them and went straight to Marcus, who smelled of alcohol but had

Chapter 8

voice, she asked,

looked up at her, “Who asked you to

Wilson told

“Marc, life is short. You

“You asked me to call the driver

Wrong.”

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

loudly, “Miss Cornelia, you should find

Cornelia was speechless.

but feel that Leonardo

a

he was seated,

Marcus had several high–value

Marcus, “Blueshell Mansion.”

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