Chapter 850


    President Hartley was all smiles, his eyes twin k ling behind his silver sses, a grin that was


    impossible to hide, like a love-struck teenager. Surprisingly, when the meeting reached a critical point,


    President Hartley suddenly left, leaving everyone very confused.


    Nobody had a clue about what just happened.


    Marcus’ secretary Ben immediately jumped in to take the reins, “Let’s keep the ball rolling, folks. I’ll fill


    in President Hartley about the meeting.”


    Even without Marcus’ involvement, the team’s enthusiasm didn’t take a hit. But the point was, it came


    to a critical point where Marcus was needed to make a decision.


    Ben tried calling Marcus, and after numerous attempts, Marcus finally picked up.


    Ben breathed a sigh of relief, “President Hartley, we need your decision. Is this a good time?”


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    Marcus, “Shoot.”


    Ben quickly ryed the meeting details. After listening, Marcus promptly made a decision and then


    said, “No need to hang up, I’ll conference call in with you guys.”


    Ben, “Okay.”


    Just then, a loud bang came from Marcus’ side.


    A car ident!


    Ben, “President Hartley, are you alright?”


    Marcuszily nced at the car he rear-ended, “I’m cool. Keep the meeting going!”


    Ahead, Zack saw the ident in his rear-view mirror, “Nelly, I think Marcus just had a fender bender?”


    Upon hearing this, Cornelia immediately turned her head to look, indeed seeing two cars collided. The


    driver of the car in front had already gotten out, but Marcus was nowhere in sight.


    Was he hurt?


    Cornelia was worried sick, “Zack, pull over. I need to get out!”


    Zack immediately did as told. Before the car had even fully stopped, Cornelia hurriedly swung open the


    door and bolted towards the scene of the ident.


    He couldn’t park here, so Zack had to keep driving to find a parking spot.


    After sprinting for a few dozen meters, Cornelia was huffing and puffing when she reached the scene.


    Once she got close, she saw Marcus sitting safely in his car, engrossed in a phone call, oblivious to her


    arrival, and hadn’t even gotten out of the car.


    Marcus was okay. Cornelia finally let out a sigh of relief…


    The driver of the car in front, seeing such an indifferent response from the driver who rear-ended him,


    was furious and started cursing, “Just because you drive a fancy car, you think you don’t have to step


    out after causing an ident, is that so?”


    The guy grew even more irate, and Cornelia quickly intervened, “Sir, I’m really sorry, I’ll handle this.”


    “You’ll handle this? Who are you to handle this? What’s your rtionship with that man?” The man was


    yelling while turning around, but when he got a clear look at Cornelia’s face, the anger in his eyes


    instantly vanished, reced by a diforting greed.