Chapter 118
Asking the CEO of the Hartley Group, Marcus, to do the dishes? Even if Cornelia had the guts of a lion, she wouldnât dare let him wash them. She said, âMr. President Hartley, I can do it, donât worry about itâ
Marcus insisted, i do the dishes, and you go take a breakâ
Cornelia didnât dare to argue. âBut President Hartley
Marcus had to show his bossy side to suppress her, âJust do as I say and donât argue with ma
âAlright âSince he insisted on washing the dishes, sheâd let him do it, and he couldnât blame her later.
Marcus grabbed the dishes and pans and went to the kitchen, and Cornelia followed him. She couldnât just leave him alone and go rest.
Maybe people as capable as him were good at everything, even things theyâd never done before. He looked like a pro washing the dishes.
Marcus locked back at her with a frown. âWhat are you still doing here? Itâs late go get some rest
âOkayâCornelia couldnât help but feel like crying. This was just another form of torture for her.
Cornelia went upstairs and had to pass Benâs room to get to hers
Ben had been watching through the crack of his door and saw Cornelia coming up. He quickly opened the door, âCornelia, come here for a second, I need to talk to youâ
Comelia approached him, âBen, whatâs up?â
Ben asked, âDonât you think President Hartley has been acting really weird today?â
Cornelia nodded vigorously, âYeah, heâs been super nice to me, so nice. Itâs actually scary.â
Ben âHeâs nice to you but not to me. Did I accidentally do something to piss him off?â
Cornelia disagreed, âDonât you think his sudden change is even scarier?â
Ben thought about what if Marcus suddenly became super nice to him. The thought of it made Ben shiver, âDid we do something wrong, and thatâs why heâs torturing us like this?â
Cornelia didnât think she had done anything wrong. On the contrary, she had been treating Marcus like a boss, making sure he was never cold or hungry. âLetâs both go to our rooms and
think about itâ
Ben: âWhy donât you ask him what we did wrong?â
Cornelia: âAre you trying to push me into the fire?â
âWhoâs pushing you into the fire?â
They were so absorbed in their conversation that they didnât notice Marcus had come upstairs until his deep voice sounded behind them.
Ben, startled, quickly retreated to his room, pretending not to see Marcus
Cornelia wanted to pretend she hadnât seen him either, but it was too late. Marcus had already walked up to her, âWhat were you two talking about just now?â
What were we talking about?â Cornelia scratched her head, trying to come up with a lie, âWe were talking about..
Marcus: âAre you planning to lie to me?â
Cornelia:
Could he read minds? How did he always know when she was trying to lie to him?
Marcus gave her the answer. âYouâre terrible at lying. When you lie, you panic and donât know what to do with your hands and feetâ
Cornelia:â
Didnât he understand that some things are better left unsaid?
Marcus smiled, âItâs late, go get some rest.â
President Hartley, wait a moment.â Cornelia quickly ran back to her room and grabbed the bracelet box, This is the bracelet Old Mr. Abner gave to your wife, Iâm returning it to you nowâ
Marcus looked at the box she handed him it had originally belonged to her, but now she wanted to give it back to him.