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Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Chapter 117
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William had always been a smart person. He knew exactly when to adapt to the circumstances.

Every guest in the hall looked at each other. There were smiles on their faces as if they were watching

a movie.

“Yelena, stop making a fool of yourself here!” William shouted, “Get back home now! I don’t want to see

you!”

“Dad—”

“Now!”

Yelena’s face was livid with rage. Her eyes were misted over with tears. She glared at Cordelia before

turning around and running out of the banquet hall.

Joanne wanted to help her daughter, but she did not know how. In the end, she could only stand at the

sideline and watch as her husband scolded her. What’s more, she had to force a smile on her face.

Willian let out a sigh and whipped up a smile on his face. He turned to Zennie and said, “Don’t worry,

Ms. Hamerton. I promise you that I’ll educate my daughter well in the future. I’m pretty sure that what

happened today was just a misunderstanding, I—”

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“Mr. Jenner,” Zennie interrupted him with a cold smirk. “I don’t think I have any right to poke my nose

into your family affairs. But I’ll never forgive anyone who tries to bully my friend! I hope you’ll remember

that!”

“Yes! Yes!” William said, his forehead filled with a layer of cold sweat.

Zennie glanced at him and led Cordelia to the main table.

The banquet continued, but a few people were looking at them.

“Mr. Jones, since when did Cordelia become Ms. Hamerton’s friend?”

“That’s right… This is so strange…”

Something flashed across Oliver’s eyes as he frowned slightly.

Cordelia was Marcus’ wife, but she was Zennie’s best friend…

This could only mean one thing—Marcus was Zephyr!

Someone whispered, “Mr. Jones, now that everything has come to light, should we make our move?”

“No, stay put first,” said Oliver. “We must not alert them unless we have concrete evidence to prove

that Marcus is Zephyr. Otherwise, we might not be able to explain this to Mr. Hamerton. He might think

that we’re misleading him again.”

“Then what do we do, Mr. Jones?”

“We need to play it by ear,” Oliver said, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Send more people to

keep an eye on them. I’m sure we’ll be able to find something!”

Zennie was happily telling Marcus about how she rescued Cordelia and helped her solve her

predicament.

“It’s such a shame that you were not there, brother. Yelena’s expression was so funny. Her eyes nearly

dropped out of the sockets, and I nearly lost myself there!

“But I have to admit that Cordelia is truly calm and collected. It was so dark in the basement, not to

mention that there were so many rats running here and there. Even though she was scared, she was

still trying to protect me and thinking it was her fault for putting me in that situation.

“Brother, I like her!” Zennie said, “She’s a lot better than Nelly!”

“Ahem!” Fredric darted a glance at her and looked at Marcus, whose expression was dark.

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Marcus was sitting there without saying anything, but the glass of wine in front of him was almost

empty.

His brows were knitted together tightly as a dark glint crossed his eyes.

He did not expect Yelena to be so bold.

If Zennie didn’t happen to be there, Cordelia might have been in big trouble.

Marcus clenched his fist tightly and put it beside his lips. The expression on his face suggested that he

was not in a good mood right now.

Josiah grinned and looked at Zennie. “You like your sister-in-law? But there’s no use.”

In other words, Zephyr had no control over his own marriage.

“Yeah.” Fredric laughed and said, “Besides, your marriage is invalid.”

“What?” Both of them sprang up.

Marcus was stunned as well. Although he looked very calm on the surface, his heart was pumping

rapidly in his chest.

“Invalid?” He asked, his voice hoarse, “What do you mean by that?”