Chapter 251 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• If Cornelia lost her job the relationship she had busted her hump to keep will snap, and getting close to Marcus would become a whole lot harder. So, what was she supposed to do? Once she was in this mess, getting out ain’t a walk in the park Just gotta wing it, and if she could hook up with Marcus, then that was what’s best for her if nothing happened she was gotta look out for herself and figure out how to keep Cornelis safe. Zavier headed back to Marcus, who was lounging on the sofa. His legs crossed all classy, swirling a glass of red wine, the same pose he was in when he left The wine in his glass hadn’t lessened a bit. Zavier plopped down next to him, took the glass from Marcus and chugged it, “Marc, you’re really on guard with me, huh? I invite you to have a couple drinks, and you won’t even take a sip. You scared I’m gonna poison your wine?” Marcus simply said, “Hmm” Zavier huffed, “You’re such a drag” “I don’t mind having a drink with you, but first you gotta answer some questions Marcus refilled his glass, took a sip. “When did you open this club here?” Zavier replied, “This club’s been around for a few years now, can’t quite remember when exactly Marcus asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?” Zavier explained. This place is mainly for gathering some juicy gossip around Riverton, definitely gonna rub some folks the wrong way. I didn’t tell you cause I didn’t want to drag you into this” Marcus smiled.
• “The folks here do seem a bit out of the ordinary” Zavier remarked, “They are some real talents. They can do anything except wait tables. Look at us, no one’s even pouring our drinks.” Marcus asked. “What kind of info have you gathered?” Zavier replied, “Lots of stuff, but I can’t spill the beans.” Marcus staved silent. Zavier added. “You’ve asked me a bunch of questions, and you haven’t even finished your drink. Drink up with me, and once I’m tipsy, I’ll tell you whatever you wanna know. Might even let slip some secrets I shouldn’t.” Marcus just had treatment on the plane back to Riverton, and his stomach was all topsy–turvy More booze might land him back in the hospital, but if he didn’t drink, he wouldn’t know Zavier’s real intentions. He lifted his glass, and downed the wine. Zawier refilled his glass. “Marc, take it slow. We can chat while we drink. Too much booze too fast ain’t good for you.” Marcus replied. “You smoke a few packs an hour and already had two bottles of wine here. I thought you didn’t give a crap about your health.” Zavier responded, “What can I say, it is what it is. Who in their right mind would harm their own body like this? You’ve hidden Skyler, and I can’t find her. So I resort to alcohol to ease my feelings” Marcus didn’t want to bring up Skyler, he asked again, “You still haven’t answered me, what news have you got?” Zawier didn’t answer directly, instead he asked, “Marcus, where the hell have you hidden Skyler? Why can’t I find her anywhere?” Marcus replied “Take a wild guess Zavier said exasperatedly. ‘Sometimes. I really just wanna off you” Marcus finished his drink again, and slammed the glass on the table, “Zavier, are you planning to gang up on me with others?” Zavier was taken aback, then burst out laughing.
• “Gang up on you? I could take you down all by myself, why would I need to join forces with others?” Marcus looked at him, his eyes frightening beneath his silver rimmed glasses, “If you want to come at me, then come. I’m more than happy to have a showdown with you, and I can forgive everything you’ve done But if you dare to harm Cornelia, I swear I’ll make you regret ever being born” Even though Marcus’s words were soft, they were packed with a hidden punch “Relax, Marc. I ain’t gonna hurt a girl who can’t defend herself Zavier grinned, pouring another round of drinks for Marcus. “Told ya, all I want is to snatch Cornelia from your side. Just so you know how it feels to have your favorite woman taken away” Zavier had a nickname that sent shivers down people’s spines – the Madman His insanity was something nobody could predict. Once, just to beat a rival, he willingly gave up two of his own branches. Even if both sides got bruised, he wouldn’t give his opponent an inch of advantage. Marcus picked up his drink again, downing it in one qulp Despite the pain twisting in his stomach, he kept a cool facade. He knew deep down, Zavier was planning to set him up today And it was bound to happen after he was drowned in booze. To get to the bottom of Zavier’s scheme, Marcus downed a few drinks in a row After drinking a hefty amount of red wine, Marcus’s senses started to blur But he knew it wasn’t the alcohol, it was the smell in the room. Courtney had pulled something like this on him and Cornelia before, so he noticed the moment he walked in. He just didn’t expect Zavier to use the same trick. He almost wanted to laugh, “Zavier, you’re stooping this low now?”