Married a Secret Billionaire

Chapter 222

Cordelia paused in surprise. She did not know anyone from Centrolis, so what was up with this invitation?

“Ms. Cordelia?” Wendy urged, “When are you coming back for it?”

“Oh, tomorrow then…”

Before Cordelia could finish her sentence, she heard Wendy making a rushing sound of assent, and Yelena’s pompousness followed.

“How many times have I called you? Are you deaf?! If you can’t work here, pack up and go home!”

Wendy hung up frantically while Cordelia shook her head, listening to the busy tone. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Who were you talking to just now?” Yelena crossed her arms as she looked at Wendy skeptically.

Wendy was usually afraid of her, so she stammered and was unable to speak a word being questioned like this.

Yelena’s gaze traveled down, and she saw the letter in Wendy’s hand.

“What’s that?”

Wendy froze and wanted to hide it behind her, but it was too late.

“Show me!”

“Ms. Yelena, this…”

Yelena was annoyed by Wendy’s timid stutter and snatched it from her.

Disliking what the girl did, Wendy sighed. “Ms. Yelena, this letter is for Ms. Cordelia. You can’t—”

“This is my house!” Yelena snickered. “What can’t I do?

“Even if there’s something I can’t do, it’s not your say, old woman! Go do what you should do. Don’t be an eyesore here!”

“This is Ms. Cordelia’s letter!” Wendy was in distress. “She said she’ll come to collect it tomorrow!”

“Hah, you’re quite loyal to her!” Yelena gritted her teeth. “But I want to open it! Try and stop me!

“If you dare say another word, I’ll ask dad to send you back. Forget about your pension!”

Wendy glanced at her helplessly and went to the kitchen.

Victorious, Yelena was going to open the envelope when she looked appalled. There was a big “Invitation” printed on it, while the letter below was from the Hamertons in Centrolis.

Yelena burned with rage and resentment. She tore the envelope up, and a beautiful invitation fell out—inviting Ms. Cordelia Jenner to dinner. The person who had signed it off was actually Yale Hamerton!

Yelena was shocked.

She remembered hearing some discussion and gossip when she was stopped outside the entrance to the Hamertons’ dinner the last time. Although the third heir was the favored one in the family, Yale Hamerton was also significant in the family due to his status as the eldest grandchild.

How did Cordelia hook up with Yale, though?

The landline at home rang at this time, and the servant picked it up before passing the phone to Yelena.

“It’s… It’s for Ms. Cordelia.”

Yelena took the phone and heard a gentle and polite voice from the other end of the line. “Hi, Ms. Jenner. Mr. Yale sincerely invites you to attend a dinner with him. Please schedule your time. There’ll be someone picking you up at the airport.

“Mr. Yale has also specifically mentioned that designers will visit you to measure and tailor the evening dress, Ms. Jenner!

“Do you have any other instructions for me, Ms. Jenner?”

Yelena hung up in anger. The more she thought about it, the more indignant she grew. What right did the b*tch have to acquaint with the Bayer heir or the Hamerton heir? Had all the women in the world died? That men could only see her!?

Yelena nearly tore the invitation in half from how furious she was. Just when she was going to do it, however, a thought flashed in her mind…

Since Cordelia could marry Marcus in place of her, why could she not attend the dinner in place of Cordelia?