Chapter 452


    Chapter 452


    Nowadays, with the country flourishing and people bing wealthier, the umtion of wealth was


    more noticeable than ever. As people’s wealth grew, tourism had be 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 sshed out big time to secure thend rights of Paradise Bay, with ns


    to create an ultimate seaside resort thatbined leisure, entertainment, business, and office facilities.


    The Hartley Group owned the well–known luxury hotel chain Blueshell Mansion, renowned worldwide


    for itsvish 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


    nned 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 ind.


    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 societydies in Riverton next month. She’d


    like to invite your wife, if she’s avable?” Robert asked.


    Looked like they all saw the newsst 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.”


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    Robertughed 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 nced 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 ne 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.