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.

politely greeted him, “Mr. Wilson, hello! I’m here to pick

woman next to him and swirling his wine glass, Leonardo

Cornelia found repulsive, “Whether or

if you don’t have a boyfriend, I can

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

Leonardo didn’t seem to mind, instead laughing, “So you’re not interested in me, are you interested in Marc

this, Cornelia worried that Marcus would

was just focused on smoking and didn’t

“you are not saying no,

like him were too narcissistic, thinking all women would be attracted to rich kids like them. If it weren’t

“Marc, your

courage?” Another

him, but she guessed he was the son of the Reese family, one of

families: the Hartley family, the Reese

the same age

there a problem? Marcus’s deep voice cut through the

played peacemaker,

Cornelia a cold stare, full of

and they didn’t know each other. Why

smelled of

Chapter 8

she asked,

at her,

Wilson told me to pick you

who laughed and said, “Marc, life is short. You should enjoy it while you can,

turned serious, “You asked me to call the

Wrong.”

didn’t bother arguing, got

called out loudly, “Miss Cornelia, you should find a handsome man

Cornelia was speechless.

couldn’t help but feel that Leonardo was trying

club, Cornelia saw a

for Marcus, and once he was seated, she got into the driver’s seat, “President Hartley,

had several high–value mansions

Marcus, “Blueshell Mansion.”

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