Chapter 187
Eden was scared shitless, âNo matter who she is, I dare not
âSheâs President Hartleyâs wife Ayden emphasized every single word as if they were bullets shooting straight into Edenâs heart, âTell me, why did you hurt her?â
âWhat? Youâre saying Cornelia is President Hartleyâs wife?â
If he had known earlier that Cornelia was Marcusâs wife, he wouldâve never dared to lay a finger on her.
Ayden clenched his fist, Tasked you, why you hurt her?â
Eden, Because she snatched the position of President Hartleyâs special assistant. I held a grudge against her and wanted to give her a piece of my mind â
âYou still want to mess with her?â Ayden picked up Eden again and smashed him heavily against the wall.
Everyone present was shivering in fear, with no one daring to say a word.
Not until Eden was battered and bloodied, unable to even whimper for mercy, did Ayden stop.
Then, he dialed a number. âYou can come up and arrest him now.â
Eden breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that as long as it wasnât Marcus who dealt with him personally, he still had a chance.
Soon, the police arrived.
Before leaving, Ayden added, âCheck thoroughly what he has done.â
Marcus carried Cornelia out of Skyline Tower. The guards and police at the door didnât dare to make a sound when they saw the murderous intent in his eyes.
Everyone instinctively stepped aside, making a path for him.
He carried Cornelia to the car and instructed the driver, âTo Reeseâs Hospitalâ
Dr. Dawson quickly checked Corneliaâs condition and soon found a pinprick on her arm, âMarc, lookâ
The sight of the needle mark made Marcusâs blood boil, âRegardless of what it is, I want her to be alright.
âDonât worry, Cornelia will be fine âDr. Dawson pulled out an ointment, âWe need to take a sample to the hospital to find out what Cornelia was injected with. Lay her down, Ill apply the ointment to the wounds on her face.â
âI do it âMarcus held Cornelia tightly as if she were a rare treasure that would slip through his fingers the moment he let go.
He scooped a bit of ointment with his fingertip, gently applying it to the bruise on Corneliaâs face.
When Marcus touched the clear finger marks on her face, even unconscious, Cornelia winced slightly in pain
Her pain was his pain.
The journey to his current position was a million times harder than anyone could imagine.
Over the years, countless people had used all sorts of dirty tricks on him. Most of the time he managed to turn the tide, but occasionally he was caught off guard and wounded. But he
had never been afraid
One year abroad, someone hired a hitman to kill him. He was ambushed by a dozen men, and even when bullets pierced his body, he wasnât scared.
He didnt think getting shot was a big deal. After his wound was stitched up, he even attended a meeting.