Cornelia's eyes popped out when she saw the bank card she gave Skyler in his hand, "How on earth did you get this? Did something happen to Skyler?"
"I've moved Skyler to a safe place. Zavier won't be able to find her unless I spill the beans," Marcus said. If Zavier thought he could mess with Cornelia without any backlash, he had another think coming.
"Where did you move her? And why are you giving me the card back? She just settled in Nice and now she has to start all over again. All these costs money. She can't use her own card, how is she supposed to get by?" Cornelia asked, worried sick.
Marcus took Cornelia's phone, typed in a new number and handed it back to her, "This is her new contact. Once we land, you can call her."
"Did Skyler really manage to shake off Zavier this time? Is she really free?" Cornelia asked President Hartley. When he nodded, she heaved a sigh of relief, "Thank you! You're a good guy!"
It served the rich and powerful Zavier right to be ditched by his wife. On the other hand, Marcus and his wife were as happy as larks. There was a reason for that.
"We've got an hour left to fly. Want to take a nap?" President Hartley asked.
Having pulled an all-nighter chatting with Skyler, Cornelia was dead on her feet. Knowing that Skyler was safe, she could finally breathe easy. As soon as she lay down, she was out like a light.
The moment she dozed off, the flight attendant started serving meals. Before she reached them, Marcus made a hush sign, not wanting them to wake Cornelia up.
Over an hour later, the plane landed smoothly in Paris. The moment he turned on his phone, he was flooded with missed calls. Zavier's call came in hot on their heels.
"Where did you hide Skyler, Marcus?" Zavier practically roared.
With a grin, Marcus asked, "Are you satisfied with the surprise I gave you, Zavier?"
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