Marcus stared out the window fixedly. Ricos Bridge in the distance was veiled in a blanket of mist. He closed his eyes, his eyebrows creased with annoyance, and he could feel a pang spreading from his temples.
‘Should I keep the secret away from her for the rest of her life?’
Apparently, it was impossible. Sooner or later, she would find out the truth.
However, according to the tradition of the Hamertons, he had to choose a woman from the other three big families as his wife. If Cordelia joined the Hamertons, one could imagine what kind of fate would be awaiting her.
Most importantly, he was not the real Marcus.
He took a deep breath and pulled Marcus’ ID card out of his pocket. The man on the ID card had the same face as him, but they were not the same person.
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