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 you

deepened, his eye’s glinting with a mysterious

power behind the McKinney Group, had been conspicuously absent for some time, appearing only briefly at a masquerade and

force

the

mastermind behind the McKinney

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, setting the stage

was the true power behind the McKinney Group, and Tracy

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

that Tracy

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know.”

in charge of the McKinney Group,

was the

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

then,

outside to take the

with annoyance. “Why didn’t you tell me about