Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor)

Chapter 118 Will You Despise Me

Chapter 118 Will You Despise Me

Jericho stared at Zander, unable to utter a word.

"I will help my grandfather remove his doubts," Zander said, glancing at him. "Jericho, all you need to

do is help me get rid of those people. You don't have to worry about the rest."

His sarcastic tone further convinced Jericho that he wanted to get rid of the old man as well.

Zander dismissed Liam and took out a land planning map, on which he marked an excellent location in

the center of Emberfall.

"This place has a high flow of people and can be considered a prime zone." He chuckled. "After this is

done, I will talk to the authorities and give the land to you. How does it sound?"

Jericho pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Jericho." Zander patted his shoulder. "You are an ambitious person, ruthless and cunning. I see that in

you."

"This thing will benefit both of us. Consider it carefully!"

Jericho's finger touched the planning map. The land area was large, with immeasurable appreciation

potential. It was not an exaggeration to say that every inch of land was valuable.

Noah's life was surely worth a lot.

Jericho chuckled and looked up at him. "Mr. Zander, may I ask where Noash is?"

"He's said to be in Mintwale," Zander replied, narrowing his eyes. "Or maybe it's Linton. After the plane

crash, he sought refuge with his grandfather on his mother's side."

"How am I supposed to get rid of him then?"

"You'll have to find out by yourself," Zander smirked. "That's why I turned to you."

Jericho nodded, raised his glass, and tossed off the wine.

It seemed this guy didn't know that Noah was in Eldoria or that he was already married.

...

Jericho returned to Eldoria with an additional black suitcase in his luggage.

It was full of cash, neatly stacked into twenty piles. It was Zander's token of regard.

Jericho sneered and left it to his subordinates.

"Mr. Hart." One of them glanced around and whispered, "Killing Noah is an easy task for us. Should we

go and do it now?"

Jericho's eyes dimmed, and he spoke slowly after a long silence, "Noah is the heir favored by Pater. He

will likely succeed the Martinez Group someday."

"But Mr. Zander means to get rid of Pater as well."

"Heh, does he really think his grandfather is old?" Jericho lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and

exhaled slowly. "As the saying goes, age brings wisdom. No matter how old Pater is, he's still better

than a callow youth."

"If we kill Noah and the matter is exposed, Zander will push all the blame onto me." Jericho sneered.

"Moreover, given his character, he probably has hired someone else for the job too."

Jericho's subordinates were puzzled.

Jericho pondered for a moment and continued to mutter to himself, "But if I disclose this information to

Noah and make him aware, there's a chance of making friends with him."

"Mr. Hart, what do you mean?"

"Take no action for now!" Jericho replied, stressing his tone.

He then took his coat and quickly disappeared into the streets.

He drove aimlessly in his car and finally stopped in an alley behind Purple Iris.

He was curious about what Noah was doing at that moment. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

So, he quietly approached the courtyard. It was already past afternoon tea time, and through the floor-

to-ceiling window, he saw that the shop was not busy.

Behind the counter, Stell was checking the account. She was very focused, balancing the ledger while

using a calculator.

Sitting next to her, Noah occasionally fanned her, poured water for her, or massaged her shoulders.

Jericho was somewhat stunned.

He had never thought that a lofty man like Noah would have such an ordinary side.

Probably because of a mistake in the book, Stella talked to Noah with a serious expression. The 6'2-tall

man bowed his head like an erroneous child.

This scene shook Jericho to the core.

When Noah was with Stella, he behaved like a househusband. Like millions of other men, he was

afraid of his wife, had no position in the family, and had to hand in his earnings.

He didn't care about his previously exalted status, and he enjoyed such a mundane life.

Jericho's heart skipped a beat, and he clenched his fists.

The door to the coffee shop was open. As he moved closer, he could hear their conversation.

"Darling, just listen to me. The prices should be lowered."

"But we sell good products. We shouldn't devalue ourselves."

"It's not like selling at a loss. It's just slightly cheaper than the usual price, with small profits and high

sales." Stella persisted. "Take these desserts, for example. If they're not sold by the end of the day, we

can discount them in the evening. It's better than keeping them until the next day, when they won't be

fresh anymore."

Noah looked at her with fond eyes and lightly curled his lips.

Having grown up in the Martinez family, he naturally understood the rules of business.

But Stella had to work and take care of the shop, waking up early and working late to make pastries

and coffee. He didn't want her hard work to be sold at a discount.

He would rather have them himself than let others bargain.

"If they can't be sold, so be it," he said softly. "I am keeping the shop anyway. I will..."

"What will you do?" Stella tapped his head with a pen. "Darling, we're running a business. If you keep

eating like this, we will be out of business."

Noah laughed.

He used to hate desserts. When they had just gotten married, Stella bought him a cup of coffee with

sugar, but he turned it down with a sullen face.

And now he was addicted to sweets.

The desserts and his sweet wife were the whole world for him.

Stella helplessly poked his belly with her finger and mischievously raised her eyes. "Hey, have you

been eating too many sweets lately or lacking exercise?"

Noah was taken aback. "Am I getting fat?"

She smiled knowingly. "I can tell your belly is bulging."

He touched his belly and then looked up at her. "Honey, will you despise me when I am old and fat?"

"Well, I don't know," she teased. "Let's wait until that day comes. If you really become unbearable, I

think I'll urge you to lose weight, not for the sake of appearance but for your health."

Noah paused, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

"Ms. Stella," he said solemnly, "if I do get fat, it'll be your fault for fattening me up. If you make my belly

grow bigger, you'll have to take responsibility for it."

"You..." Stella chuckled helplessly and threw herself into his arms.

She secretly touched his belly, which, in fact, was still firm with his abs and Apollo's Belt.

She blushed and snickered.

Then she noticed a figure passing by in the courtyard.

Noah also noticed and immediately became wary. Then Jericho was seen strolling inside.

Noah's face darkened.

"Why, not welcome me?" Jericho smiled, finding a random seat and glancing at the menu. "Give me an

afternoon combo, and no sugar in my coffee."

Stella didn't move.

Noah shielded her before stepping forward and staring coldly at the man. "Jericho, what do you want?"