My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

Declan and Shelia made a hasty exit from the Nichols residence.

Juan descended from the second floor, his eyes scanning the room.

Joe approached him and reported, “Sir, I didn’t see Mr. Tracy here.”

A flicker of disappointment in Juan’s eyes. He had hoped to finally unmask Tracy, but Tracy didn’t even show up.

“Though Tracy didn’t show,” Joe continued, “Michael did.”

As if on cue, Michael sauntered over.

“Mr. Nichols, a pleasure to meet you.”

“Me too. Why didn’t Mr. McKinney come to the event?”

Michael chuckled, a sound like velvet. “Mr. McKinney couldn’t make it, but I’m here. It’s all the same, really.

Juan raised an eyebrow, catching the undercurrent in Michael’s words.

In the past, Michael had been nothing more than the McKinney Group’s top actor, but not a power player. But now, he was implying something more.

Austin, could

his eye’s glinting with

absent for some time, appearing only briefly at a masquerade and vanishing

the real force behind the McKinney Group. Well, here I am,

the

was the mastermind behind the McKinney Group, Tracy’s prolonged absence could be

of reporters burst into the room, their cameras flashing like a barrage of lightning. Across the room, Debra swirled her wine glass, watching the spectacle with keen

would believe that Michael was the true power behind the McKinney Group,

asked, “Is Michael really the president of the McKinney

that Tracy

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know.”

that someone wise was in charge of the McKinney Group, but now everyone

was the real

“Don’t worry about things you can’t control. Whether Michael is in charge of eet you’re an artist with the Wickery Group now. That’s what

Just then,

outside to take

“Why didn’t you tell me