Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Marcus was seated on the rooftop of the Regalia Hotel, the cigarette between his
fingers almost finished. The view was scenic, the faraway ocean glimmering as
white yachts dotted the surface and seabirds circled the sky above.

His phone buzzed on the table with a text notification of a fund transfer—$400
had been deposited.

Josiah exchanged a smile with Fredric and exclaimed, “Z, you lucky b*stard! Sis-
in-law isn't just pretty. She's willing to spend money on you too! Hahaha!

“It's the first time you're spending a woman's money, right? Does it feel great?”
Marcus glared at him and put his phone back. Although his face was blank,
warmth gushed within him. He had not expected Cordelia to really transfer him
the money. He had calculated it, and she only had $400 in her account.

He stubbed the cigarette in the ashtray and cast his gaze far away, a complicated
look flashing across his features.

“Right, Z,” Fredric said in a hushed tone. “It isn't convenient for Josiah to do it, so
I'm the one looking into Bowfest. Karine Carmichael is a mid-level executive in
the company and a frequent bully because her uncle is a shareholder. She's
also...”

Halfway through his report, Fredric contemplated if he should tell Marcus the
rest.

Marcus looked at him. “Go on.”

“She's also Jesse Ford's girlfriend,” Fredric said hesitantly. “Jesse Ford is in
charge of Cordelia’s department. He was also her senior at university and has
pursued her since...”

He looked at Marcus’ face. It was icy, without so much as a flinch, but his hand
on the table clenched up. Fredric coughed.

“Z, that was back when they were college kids. No big deal.”

“Hmm.” Marcus hummed, looking up at him. “Did I say anything?”

Fredric felt like chuckling. The man said nothing, but it was worse than him
saying anything.

“Goon.”

“Karine Carmichael’s always picking on Cordelia at the company. It's also why
Cordelia hasn't closed any sales in her first month there.”

Marcus glowered.

“Ah, what's so difficult about this?” Josiah waved a hand. “Z, you want this Karine
Carmichael taken care of? Leave it to me! I could do away with Ford for you too!”
Fredric kept coughing as he threw Josiah an exasperated look.

“No need.” Marcus’ tone was frosty. “It's all petty issues. Stirring things up in a
small company like this would attract attention instead. Let Cordelia deal with it.”
“Hah, yeah,” Fredric chorused. “I understand what you mean, Z. No need to
waste any effort on people like Karine Carmichael and Jesse Ford. Cordelia can
resign if worse comes to worst. It's not like you can't take care of her.”

Marcus hummed and poured himself some coffee. After a moment of silence, he
blinked with a cryptic gaze.

“Cordelia’s out on sales today.”

That was all he said before he got up and left the rooftop.

Josiah looked at his retreating back and gaped like an idiot. Fredric, smart as he
was, quickly understood what the man implied.

“What's going on?” Josiah’s jaw dropped open. “Z's the most annoying. He never
makes things clear!”

Fredric smiled and pushed Josiah’s jaw back up before telling him, “Go check it
out!”

“Check what out?”

“Check which clients Cordelia’s gone to visit today! Dumb*ss!”

Josiah was confused. “I thought we were leaving it to her?”

Fredric rolled his eyes. The energy he had to invest to talk to someone like him!
When Marcus returned home, Cordelia was not back yet. He checked his watch
and noted that there was still some time left before she'd get off work.

He looked around, but the house was still clean and everything in the kitchen
was put in order even though Cordelia had been busy with work recently. Marcus
smiled. She was already very busy yet she worked hard without complaining.
She had to take care of the household expenses too.

It seemed that she was speaking the truth. She really did plan to spend the rest
of her life with him.

Alifetime... Could he really promise her a lifetime?

Marcus’ brows were furrowed as he spent a moment lost in thought. He then
went to the bathroom.

Regardless of whether they would spend a lifetime together, he ought to live well
now. He remembered Cordelia saying that this home belonged to both of them.
As a husband, he should share the house chores with her.

Marcus chortled and looked at the laundry basket. Their clothes from two days
ago were still piled in there. He planned to wash them, thinking Cordelia would
be happy when she came back home to this.

He poured the contents of the bin out swiftly, but something small and white
caught his eye...