Chapter 1182
As Marcus grew up and started to live on his own, he rarely had chances to stay at Granny Luisaâs house or enjoy her milkshakes. For some reason, todayâs milkshake reminded him so much of Granny Luisaâs.
Marcus looked up to see Cornelia, her eyes shining as she smiled at him. Her smile was like a blooming flower, so radiant and captivating that he momentarily forgot what he was about to ask her.
Cornelia approached him, whispered in his ear, âDoes this milkshake taste familiar to you?â
Marcus nodded, âYesâ
Cornelia said, â1 got up early this morning and specifically called Granny Luisa to learn how to make a milkshake. Seems like I did a good job.â
Marcus chuckled, âIndeed, you did.â
Comelia grinned, Thanks for the compliment!â
Grandpa Augustine chimed in, âSo thatâs why you were busy on the phone this morning, and didnât join me for breakfast. All for Marcus.â
Cornelia explained, âGrandpa Augustine, itâs not that I didnât want to join you. Itâs just that making this milkshake requires boiling the milk properly. It took a while.â
Marcus completed one glass and had another knowing Cornelia made it herself.
Cornelia felt satisfied after seeing him appreciate it so much, thinking that all her early morning efforts had been worthwhile.
After finishing the milkshake, Marcus planned to take Cornelia back to Riverton. Although Grandpa Augustine wished they could stay a bit longer, he knew he shouldnât interfere with their lives, so he let them go.
Cornelia couldnât stay in the Capital, but Old Augustine could go to Riverton and stay with her. He had already bought a house in Riverton, ready to move in anytime.
Grandpa Augustine sent them to the airport without any hitches along the way.
After going through security, they entered the departure lounge. On the way to the lounge, they were stopped by Zavier, âPresident Hartley, I thought you were busy working in France. How did you get back so soon?â
Marcus wasnât feeling well and didnât have the energy to talk, so he ignored Zavier and tried to walk away with Cornelia.
Zavier blocked their path, âMarcus, how could you do this?â
Marcus paused, giving Zavier a cold look.
Zavier accused him, âDo you think I donât know what youâve been doing behind my back? Do you think Iâm a fool?â
Marcus shot back, âWhat did I do?â
Zavier gritted his teeth, âWhere did you hide Skyler?â
Marcus sneered, âYou donât know where your own woman is and youâre asking me?*
Suddenly, Zavier raised his hand, and he had a gun. Cornelia was startled. There was no time to wonder how Zavier managed to get a gun past security. She instinctively moved forward to shield Marcus, who quickly pulled Cornelia behind him.
Zavier aimed the gun at Cornelia, âAlright, if you wonât talk, Iâll send your wife to meet her maker!â
Bang-
Without hesitation, Zavier pulled the trigger as soon as he had the chance. Luckily, Marcus reacted quickly and pushed Cornelia aside. Still, Marcus couldnât dodge the bullet that grazed his arm. Soon, his white shirt was stained with blood.