Chapter 230 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Nowadays, with the country flourishing and people becoming wealthier, the accumulation of wealth was more noticeable than ever. As people’s wealth grew, tourism had become a major part of many people’s spending, especially for the affluent. The well–off crowd didn’t give a hoot about how much money they spent. What they cared about were things like the environment, service, and privacy, which the current tourism projects just couldn’t deliver So, the Hartley Group had splashed out big time to secure the land rights of Paradise Bay, with plans to create an ultimate seaside resort that combined leisure, entertainment, business, and office facilities. The Hartley Group owned the well–known luxury hotel chain Blueshell Mansion, renowned worldwide for its lavish and unique decor and loved by rich folks all over the globe But, Marcus, the guy in charge now, was no longer satisfied with just running the hotel business. He planned to expand his operations to include a range of top–tier services, including leisure and entertainment. No matter what sort of big shot they were, they could find something suitable for themselves on his island. Marcus’s approval had Robert over the moon. “Thanks for your confidence, President Hartley. I’ll personally oversee the project and make sure you’re satisfied,” he said. “Uh–huh Marcus nodded, not saying anything else. Robert grabbed Marcus’s hand tight, and when Marcus tried to pull away, he couldn’t.
• “President Hartley, my wife has arranged a gathering with some high society ladies in Riverton next month. She’d like to invite your wife, if she’s available?” Robert asked. Looked like they all saw the news last night and wanted to get in Marcus’s good graces through his wife. Marcus answered straight up. “My wife isn’t into social gatherings. And my business doesn’t need her to make appearances for me.” Robert laughed awkwardly. “This isn’t a social gathering. It’s just a few friends getting together for beauty treatments and afternoon tea when we have nothing better to do.” Marcus glanced at Cornelia, his assistant who he barely knew anything about in terms of hobbies, “Cornelia, are you interested in what Robert’s suggesting?” Cornelia, caught off guard, was a bit uneasy. Why was he asking her when they were talking about his wife? Being a professional assistant, she answered, “President Hartley, I’m usually very busy with work and don’t pay much attention to these things.” Marcus turned to Robert and said, “My wife and Cornelia are both workaholics They’re not really into these leisure activities.” Robert tried to argue, but Marcus cut him off, “Robert, don’t you have a plane to catch?” Robert got the hint and replied, “Right.
• I would have totally forgotten if you hadn’t reminded me. Goodbye, President Hartley! Goodbye, Ms. Stewart! Goodbye, Ben!” Ben showed Robert out, while Cornelia took out a disinfectant wipe from her bag and handed it to Marcus, “Please wipe your hands first.” Marcus was a bit of a clean freak, always disinfecting his hands after shaking hands with someone. So, Cornelia’s bag was always stocked with disinfectants and wipes. Marcus took the wipe and methodically cleaned his hands, “Cornelia, do you ever think I’m a pain?” “Maybe” She thought, but she said, “Of course not. You’re just hygienic, which is a great personal habit.” Even though she was being polite, Cornelia couldn’t help but think about some of Marcus’s quirks. He was a picky eater, a germaphobe, and had all sorts of weird taboos. He was okay as a boss, but as a husband, he’d be a pain in the neck. Comelia felt relieved that she was just Marcus’s assistant, and not his wife.