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.

could you

eye’s glinting with a mysterious

McKinney Group, had been conspicuously absent for some time, appearing only briefly at a masquerade and vanishing just

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

grasped the implication and

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

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 interest. She had tipped off the reporters,

the McKinney Group, and Tracy would be relegated to

beside her, Oscar asked, “Is Michael really the president of

that Tracy and Debra were the same

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know.”

was in charge of the

the

you can’t control. Whether Michael is in charge of eet you’re

nodded Just then, Debra’s phone

stepped outside to take the

“Why didn’t you tell me about