Chapter 403: Chapter 403

Chapter 403

“My wife’s loyalty is our business, not a game for you to play.” Marcus was glad that Cornelia had firmly rejected Zavier, but he didn’t appreciate Zavier’s mind games.

As her husband, the one who promised to be with her for life. He should have unconditional trust and support for Cornelia, no matter

what she said or did.

Zavier laughed again, “Did I mention you and your wife? I was talking about Cornelia and her husband.”

Marcus raised an eyebrow, “What’s the difference?”

Zavier patted his shoulder, “Marc, let me remind you. Cornelia is loyal to her husband, not to you. To her, you’re just her boss, nothing

more.”

Zavier knew Marcus well, and every word he said hit home.

“Mind your own business, I don’t need your concern,” With that, Marcus turned to leave, but Zavier’s voice came from behind, “Marc, one last thing, keep your wife out of other people’s affairs, otherwise, next time, I won’t just invite her for dinner.”

“Are you threatening me?” Marcus turned back, sizing up Zavier from head to toe, then smirked, “Zavier, I have a surprise for you too, I think you’ll love it.”

Zavier had known Marcus for many years and thought he knew him well, but he had a bad feeling about Marcus’s “surprise“, “What are you planning to give me?”

Marcus glanced at his watch, “Just wait a bit, you’ll see.”

“Marc.” Zavier said.

Marcus waved without turning around, “I’m taking my wife. We’ll catch up another time.”

Cornelia obediently followed him out of the private room. Seeing Ayden, she naturally walked over to him, “Ayden, you’re here too.”

Ayden didn’t respond.

Cornelia stood by his side. Surrounded by familiar faces, she felt at ease. She kept an eye on the situation in the private room, but the soundproofing was too good. She couldn’t hear Marcus and Zavier’s conversation.

Although she only waited for a few minutes, it felt like centuries to Cornelia. When Marcus came out, she hurried to greet him, “President Hartley.”

Marcus spoke softly, “Let’s go.”

Cornelia followed his pace, “Why are you in Nice?”

Marcus couldn’t tell her that he came because he was worried about her, “Why can’t I be in Nice?”

Cornelia was at a loss for words.

Marcus continued, “Let’s go back to Paris.”

Comelia said, “Okay”

The airport wasn’t far away. Cornelia got into the car arranged by Marcus, and they hurried to the airport to take the earliest flight back to

Paris.

The flight time was over an hour. Cornelia planned to catch up on some sleep, but the thought of Skyler kept her awake. As she tossed and turned in her seat, Marcus’s deep voice came into her ears, “Here, this is for you.”