Married a Secret Billionaire

Chapter 288

Clark had a good head on his shoulders. He did not keep anything from Janine but did not divulge too much either, briefing her on Yale and Matthew’s recent activities without missing a beat.

Janine considered her son’s state in the Hamertons and decided not to enter Zen Residence first but to probe about Yale.

She said with a chuckle, “Since I rarely visit, I have a present for the eldest heir. Please take me to Yale Residence!”

…

Yale was cursing Zephyr on the couch in his place because his father was dismissed from his job.

Yelena picked up the clothes on the floor and peeked at the mirror. She was scared and resentful when she saw the wounds covering her body.

Yelena knew she was just a plaything at the beck and call of Yale, but she dared not offend him. She was intimidated by the Hamertons’ influence and also fantasized about marrying into the family one day—even if Yale would not be a good husband, she just needed the status of being Mrs. Hamerton.

Therefore, she went over to kneel beside him, picked up one of his legs, and massaged it gently.

“Mr. Yale…” she called out with a cutesy voice.

Yale glanced at her with impatience. He got together with her in the beginning for the novelty and kept her around later upon finding her rather obedient.

Who knew that this woman would cling to him!? Not only that, but she also kept making requests over the line. When he fooled around with her the last time, she suddenly asked when he was going

to marry her. It made his heart lurch.

Yale punched the couch in frustration. His already thin face looked paler and more sinister.

Yelena was frightful, unable to figure out his temper, but she could see the evil in his eyes.

She asked shakily, “M-Mr. Yale, what happened?”

Yale looked at her and suddenly got up to kick her, venting his anger on her.

“How dare you f*cking ask me what happened?” He said through his gritted teeth, “If you didn’t pretend to be Cordelia and got in my bed, I’d be stepping on Zephyr right now!”

Yelena backed away fearfully.

“That b*stard Zephyr!” cursed Yale. “I’ll sleep Cordelia in front of him one day!”

“Mr. Yale—”

“F*ck off!”

Yelena shook but was reluctant to just leave like this.

“Mr. Yale, listen to me!” Her heart thumped. “It’s not hard for you to sleep with Cordelia or embarrass Zephyr! I have a way!”

“You?” Yale arched a brow.

Yelena nodded and said, “Isn’t Marcus still in your hands?”

Yale calmed down. “Hmm, so what?”

“The Jenners and the Grists have a marriage agreement, and Cordelia supposedly married Marcus!”

“Hah!” Yale sneered. “Cordelia or you?”

“Well…” Yelena argued, “Marcus’ wife is Cordelia anyway!” Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Really?” Yale bit his lips. He looked down at her with a sense of superiority and his hands in his pockets. “I heard that Zephyr found the guy who registered their marriage back then. That guy said he took William Jenner’s money and dared not not do it, but he dared not break the law either. Thus, he made two fake marriage certificates!

“Cordelia has no business with Marcus!” He looked at her with a scowl. “You got nothing good!”

“Even then, we’re the only ones who know that they aren’t related!” cried Yelena.

Yale paused. “What do you mean?”

“Everyone out there… They don’t know that Cordelia and Marcus aren’t related. If we get the word out and say that Mr. Z Hamerton is involved with a married woman, what will the old man of the Hamertons think when things blow up?”