Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 40 Passionate about her career

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Catherine was on the brink of losing her composure, hit by two setbacks in quick succession

Despite her best efforts, not only did she fail to undermine Bence but she also lost the endorsement.

“Renee, you have to stop right there. You…”

“Catherine, let it go. Sign the termination agreement,” her gent advised, gripping her arm. There was no turning back now. Any emotional outburst from Catherine would only worsen their situation, especially given KM Group’s influence.

Meanwhile, in the office, Renee reviewed the contract carefully. Satisfied that it was straightforward, she signed it.

The legal department representative then informed her, “Miss Hudson, there’s an additional requirement. The new co–stylist must meet our president.”

“This wasn’t a requirement before.” Renee raised an eyebrow, feeling something was off.

The representative offered a lame explanation. “Due to recent complications, we’ve implemented this new rule.”

Renee, aware of who occupied the president’s office on the thirty–eighth floor, was skeptical but chose not to challenge it.

“Please follow me, Ms. Hudson.”

After a brief pause, Renee complied.

*RENEE*

Upon reaching the thirty–eighth floor, Luke greeted me. The legal department staff excused himself.

“Mrs. King, did the contract signing go smoothly?“Luke inquired as he led the way.

“Yes, thank you. The timing was perfect, “I responded, suspecting the encounter with Catherine wasn’t mere coincidence.

I savored the opportunity to have the last laugh over Catherine’s misfortune.

King has arrived,” Luke announced, holding the door open for me. He then quietly closed

leather chair, didn’t

the man had an air of elegance and charm in his professional demeanor, provided I overlooked

me about, Mr. King?” By addressing him formally, I indicated our interaction at

to select an outfit for me,” Marcelo replied, leaning

was puzzled

prodded, “Isn’t that part of

fell within a

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Group

that had been the case, Marcelo’s well–known persona would

He said, gesturing towards the rear right of his office. “My personal lounge

could he be

dedicated stylist or a personal

quite a few secretaries. who worked for the president, and naturally, they

personal secretary.” He shot a meaningful glance

circle, personal secretaries often doubled as

implying he

him

he was simply entertaining himself at

loss for words. According to our contract,

smile broadened as he watched me, torn between speaking out and holding back, finally, I signed and

was modestly sized, spanning about eighty square

sections: one half housed a bed, while

array of men’s high–fashion attire, complete with a variety

women, but with Marcelo as the subject, the task seemed more

tall stature and impressive physique meant he

formal events typically consisted of high–end, subtly

focused on the

and a

“MARCELO