Chapter 93
Marcus took out his phone and scrolled to a contact marked that womanâ but hesitated to call the number.
He worried that once he dialed, it wouldnât be Cornelia who answered.
Under Ryanâs urging. Marcus finally made the call.
The moment the phone was connected, he looked up and stared at Cornelia not far away, praying silently in his heart, hoping that Cornelia would answer his call,
The phone rang a few times,
and while he was waiting nervously, he saw Cornelia take her phone out of her bag. A familiar female voice came through the speaker, âMr. Artis, Iâm here. Are you guys here yet?â
Marcus didnât dare respond and hung up quickly. Then he said to Ryan, âGive me the marriage certificate.â
Ryan took it out of the file bag and handed it to him.
In the photo on the marriage certificate, Cornelia was wearing his familiar white shirt, even her bun hairstyle hadnât changed.
After a brief moment of surprise, a wave of joy surged in Marcusâs heartâ¦
For the first time, he felt his heart beating so fast, as if it would burst through his chest.
She turned out to be his wife!
His little assistant turned out to be his legal wife!
He was the only man who could legitimately own her!
No matter what she was thinking or whose child she was carrying, it couldnât change the fact that she was his wife.
Marcus suppressed his inner joy and quickly made a call, I want all the information on Cornelia and everyone around her within an hour.â
Ryan urged, âMarc, get out of the car, man. What are you waiting for?â
Marcus reached out and gently poked the bun on Corneliaâs head in the photo, I wonât get a divorceâ
Ryan was puzzled, âMarc, are you two messing with me? Last time she didnât want a divorce, now you donât want one.â
As he spoke, Corneliaâs call came in, âMr. Colwell, when are you arriving?â
Ryanâs phone was connected to the carâs Bluetooth, so Corneliaâs crisp and pleasant voice filled the car, and Marcus could hear it too.
Ryan glanced at Marcus, who didnât give any instructions, so he had to say, âUh⦠Ms. Stewart, Iâm sorry! Mr. Artis says he doesnât want a divorce anymoreâ
Corneliaâs exasperated voice came, âAre you kidding me?â
Ryan replied, âDidnât Ms. Stewart play with us like this before? You each play once, and now itâs balancedâ
Cornelia said angrily, âAre you guys crazy? Can divorce be a joke?â
Ryan said again, âYou go back first. When he wants a divorce, I will inform you again.â
Cornelia said anxiously, it was my fault for not coming before, and you guys didnât come today, letâs call it even. Letâs set another time, what about tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?
Ryan replied, âThat depends on Mr. Artis.â
Cornelia said, âHeâs the one who wanted a divorce, and now heâs the one who doesnât want one. What the hell does he mean?â Hearing Corneliaâs angry words, Ryan quickly looked at Marcus, who not only wasnât angry, but had a subtle smile on his lips.
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