Chapter 290
Hayden Rull couldnât care less. Tve pissed off more people than I can countâ
Julian Ruff, âHow did you manage to tick off Marcus?â
At the mention of Marcus Hayden Ruff kit a chill âEven with my balls of steel, I wouldnât dare to cross a guy like Marcus
Julian Ruff, âIf you didnât upset him, then why did the Hartley Group release a statement saying they wonât do business with Ruff Corporation? You better get back here and deal with this messâ
Although the Hartley Group and Ruff Corporation didnât directly cooperate the business world was a tangled web Even without direct cooperation, there were indirect interests The Hartley Group making such a statement was like telling all companies associated with them, not to have any dealings with Ruff Corporation
Hayden Ruff was in a complete fap, while Marcus and his group had arrived at a restaurant
Steven was the host, he had organized tonightâs dinner preparing a selection of dishes from four different regions there was something for everyoneâs taste
Of course there was also alcohol on the table, he had prepared a variety of fine wines, from white to red, and even champagne
Comelia was aware that Marcus couldnât handle mixed drinks so after he had a glass of champagne, the closely monitored his glass, making sure that only champagne was poured into it
âSteven enjoying teasing Cornelia in front of Marcus, asked, âMs Stewart, are you always this attentive to President Hartley?
Comelia responded confidently. âPresident Dixon, if you paid me, I could be this attentive to you tooâ
Steven embraced his wile and replied, âNo need, the care of my wife is all I needâ
Lucas interjected, âMarc, havenât you spilled the beans yet? Does she still not know about your relationship?â
Zavier, finding amusement in Marcusâs predicament after his own wife had left, remarked with a mischievous grin, âJust look at him, biting his lip. Itâs clear he doesnât have the courage to tell her
Steven chimed in, saying âHonestly, this is the first time Iâve seen Marc struggle with somethingâ
Marcus retorted. All of you just shut up. No oneâs going to think youâre mute â
Curious. Rosie asked. âWhat are you guys talking about?â
Lucas served her some food and replied, âNone of your business Just enjoy your mealâ
Rosie âAre you guys talking about secrets in front of us? Did you do something bad?â
Lucas. âWould we do such a thing?â
Hannah and Rosie both asked, âWould you?â
At the table, everyone was chattering away, creating a lively atmosphere, with only Cornelia focused on her food
Lunch was at one in the afternoon, she had just landed and didnât have much of an appetite then.
Now it was past ten at night, Cornelia was hungry and the dishes were deliciousâshe had to eat more
Each time Hannah saw Corneliaâs hearty appetite, she couldnât help feeling envious âComelia, you must be one of those people who can eat anything and not gain weightâ
Hearing her name, Comelia looked up and replied. âWhen I was a child, I used to be very chubby My grandmother would always say that people wanted to touch my round face whenever went out. But maybe due to an illness i had later on, I lost a lot of weight, and since then, itâs been difficult for me to gain weightâ
Concerned, Hannah asked, âWhat was the illness? Does it still affect you now?â
Cornelia laughed and replied. âI honestly donât rememberâ
Although Comelia claimed she couldnât recall, Marcus knew the truth. It wasnât an illness, but rather a consequence of her fatherâs car accident Cornelia was devastated by the incident and couldnât keep any food down, nearly losing her life.
After dinner, Steven arranged for a driver to take Comella and Marcus back to the hotel. They were staying in a presidential suite with Briana, a little girl who had gone out to play with friends upon arriving in Harbor
City and hadnât returned yet
in the room, only Cornela and Marcus remained. Both of them had consumed quite a bit of alcohol, and they were feeling a bit intoxicated.
Unexpectedly, as they entered the room, Marcus turned around and pressed Cornelia against the sturdy wooden door, whispering âWifeyâ