Back in the day, all Natalia could think about was how to get close to Marcus, and how to become his gal. Now, Marcus was right beside her, her wish soon to come true. But surprisingly, she didn't feel as happy as she thought she would.
Instead, a kind of indescribable feeling spread in her heart, which was clenched so tight she could barely breathe. But for a better life, she couldn't chicken out. She had to sleep with Marcus tonight. If she could successfully carry Marcus' child tonight, she would no longer be under Cameron's thumb.
She reached out to unbutton Marcus' shirt, but her hand was shaking uncontrollably.
Natalia kept pep-talking herself, that the current Marcus wasn't fully awake, and that he was not that scary.
However, to Natalia's surprise, before she could touch Marcus, he suddenly grabbed her wrist, his voice cold as an icy devil, "Who the hell are you?"
Natalia jumped, her voice trembling, "President Hartley, you're so drunk you don't recognize me? I'm Cornelia."
With a bit of force from Marcus, Natalia's bones crackled. "Spill!" Marcus shouted.
This woman was not Cornelia. When she got close to him, he felt that her scent was off. Cornelia always had a fresh fragrance about her, her unique scent that he had never smelled on anyone else.
This woman's face looked like Cornelia's, but she didn't have the familiar scent. Instead, there was a strong odor of cosmetics.
She was a woman arranged by Zavier, definitely not Cornelia.
Marcus was so strong, Natalia felt like her bones would be crushed, so she had to admit her identity, "Marcus, I'm Natalia."
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