Married a Secret Billionaire

Chapter 303

“Oh…” Cordelia nodded. She was a little disappointed, but work was more important. “Alright, come over at night if you’re free then.”

“Sure.” Zephyr stroked her hair. “I’ll carry these back for you.”

“It’s fine! It’s just lobster and some vegetables. I can do it myself. Besides, we have a guest. I might only be able to go back a bit later.”

“A guest?” Zephyr paused. Cordelia’s mother rarely interacted with people. How did she suddenly have a guest?

“Mm. It’s my mom’s best friend from last time,” Cordelia said with a smile. “An elegant middle-aged woman.”

Zephyr nodded without thinking much of it. He held her shoulders and looked at her. “Cordelia, I plan to… arrange for you and my mom to meet.”

Cordelia’s heart went right up to her throat.

“Don’t worry.” Zephyr said gently, “I’ll handle your relationship with her in the most appropriate way. I won’t put you in a tough spot.”

Cordelia was saddened. “I’m the one who put you in a tough spot…”

“That’s silly of you to say!” Zephyr rubbed her head with a chuckle. “It’s Josiah’s parents’ 30th anniversary this weekend. The Hamertons will definitely attend, and my mom will also be there as she’s been close to Josiah’s parents.

“Go with me, Cordelia. I want everyone to know you!”

…

Janine could hardly forget about the little princess after she went back. She was determined to make Cordelia her daughter-in-law.

She had heard Xyla say that the princess worked in a news agency and that she was going to the financial center today to interview some investment elite who came back from Wahl Street.

Therefore, Janine drove there without her assistant.

…

Cordelia had been waiting for close to two hours at the door of the financial center. Even though her back and legs hurt, she dared not slack. The meeting at the hub was ending soon. She made the best of these last ten minutes or so to run through her interview outline again.

The meeting room door opened suddenly, and a few reporters had already run over.

Cordelia was already familiar with the setting, so she grabbed her cameraman and rushed forward as well. Because she was petite, it was easy for her to get to a good spot in front.

The interviewee was Donald West. He came from a middle-class family and had ten years of experience investing in Wahl Street after he graduated from university. Undoubtedly, he was an elite.

In addition, he looked decent, so he was the center of attention wherever he went.

It was also because of this that he was arrogant.

“Media!” His assistant shouted, “Mr. West has to rush to another finance talk and only has five minutes to spend. Please hurry with your questions!”

Cordelia quickly turned on her pen recorder and politely asked an investment question.

Unexpectedly, Donald paused and side-eyed her.

“Which agency are you from?”

Cordelia was surprised.

Donald continued. “This question is quite challenging, but it’s a professional question. Even if I answer it, I’m afraid you won’t be able to write it down clearly.”

Cordelia explained, “Mr. West, I’ve been reading up on finance recently. You can briefly go through this question. I think I’ll be able to understand it.”

“Hah!” Donald scoffed. “You think you’re up to par with me after reading a few books?”

Donald looked disgruntled and impatient. “Which agency are you from? What articles have you published?”

Cordelia bit her lips, feeling that this was getting nowhere.

Her cameraman stepped up to defend her. “Our reporter here interviewed Neil Harris a few days ago!” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Ah, I see.” Donald snickered. “Neil Harris is from showbiz, and I’m in finance. Could he compare to me?”

“Mr. West, I’ve written Neil Harris’ exclusive interview,” Cordelia said softly. “The views are at around 100,000 clicks.”

“Only 100,000 views!” Donald smirked. “Then don’t interview me! Any article by the reporters who have interviewed me has roughly millions of views!”