"What, you again?" When he saw Cornelia, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, but it was extinguished instantly with her response, "Just doing my job."
He laughed coldly, "You go back, have the driver come pick me up."
If it were in the past, Cornelia would have obediently left, but now, in her eyes, Marcus was no longer the aloof big boss. He was just an ordinary person who had been hurt by love, and she couldn't bear to leave him alone.
Leonardo tried to persuade him, "Marc, if you're drunk, don't talk. Let Ms. Stewart take you home."
Cornelia took the initiative to grab the car keys, "President Hartley, let's go."
Marcus sat in the back seat as Cornelia drove, squinting at her profile. She was serious about driving and didn't say a word to him.
"Heh..." He sneered.
Just doing her job?
Half an hour later, they arrived at the villa.
Cornelia had been here twice before to deliver some documents, so she was familiar with the place.
Marcus sat in the car without moving, his slender fingers resting on his forehead as if he felt uncomfortable.
Cornelia was quite worried, "President Hartley, are you having an alcohol allergy again?"
Marcus closed his eyes and didn't respond.
Cornelia turned on the backseat light, and the light shone on his face. His skin was a bit red, but it wasn't the usual symptom of an allergy.
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