NovelEnglishChapter 442
Marcus responded, “Nah, I didn’t.”
Steven asked, “Cool. You been busy lately? If not, we can organize a little get–together, chill out a bit.”
Marcus nodded, “Sounds good.”
After dinner, Comelia and Abigail planned to hitch a ride with Zack. Marcus stopped Cornelia again,
“Cornelia, let me take you home. I’ve got something to chat with you about.”
Comelia found Marcus a bit odd tonight, like he was constantly hovering around her, “President Hartley,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtjust spill the beans. No need to go out of your way to take me home.”
Marcus’s home was on the east side and Cornelia lived on the west, she didn’t want him to detour.
“Get in the car. Marcus pulled open the door, insisting.
Comelia figured Marcus was adamant to take her home, probably hoping to get some pictures taken to
better protect his wife. So, she decided to play along.
In the car, Marcus didn’t talk, and Cornelia didn’t know what to say. When they arrived at her place,
Cornelia said, “President Hartley, thanks for the ride. I’m gonna head in now.”
“Cornelia,” Marcus called her name, his gaze lingering on her, “I never intended to use you. I didn’t
think this through tonight.”
Comelia replied, “President Hartley, you don’t need to explain. It’s all part of my job. I’ll do my best to
cooperate with you in the future, and together we will protect your wife from media harassment.”
As long as Cornelia was his assistant, even if she was unwilling, she would do her best.
Marcus pushed his glasses up, wanting to say something but didn’t know what to say.
Cornelia smiled, “President Hartley, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way.”
Marcus wanted to keep her, but he just nodded and let her go.
After Cornelia left, Marcus lit a cigarette, taking several puffs in a row.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEven after finishing his smoke, he still felt annoyed. He lit one after another, his mood getting worse
and worse. He didn’t understand what was going on.
He flicked away the ashes, looked up and saw the lights in Cornelia’s 15th floor apartment were on. He
saw her closing the window.
Seeing her, his mood improved a bit. He pulled out his personal phone, opened WhatsApp. He found
Cornelia’s chat and sent a message: [Cornelia.]
After thinking for a while, Cornelia typed a lot of words: [Jeremy, did you see those photos online? You
guessed right, the woman in the photos isn’t the president’s wife, it’s me. If I told you it was just part of
my job, that there’s nothing going on between President Hartley and me, would you believe me?]
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