Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 44 Team of professionals

Although unsure of Marcelo’s intentions, Renee sensed it wasn’t going to be favorable at all.

Below, music played, and people danced wildly, their movements uninhibited.

Some were drinking and dancing, others were intimately ertwined.

It was a scene of decadence.

“What are you suggesting?”

“Dance by that window. If you raise one hundred thousand dollars in bids, I’ll persuade Wyatt for you.”

The Dove Island Club hosted a competition for female dancers every Saturday night, with the most popular dancer receiving a bonus.

In this world, popularity often equated to financial gain, especially amongst the wealthy.

“Marcelo, you want your woman to dance for others‘ amusement?” Renee was incredulous..

Marcelo clarified, “Mrs. King, you are just my nominal wife not my woman.

Being his nominal wife and being his woman were distinctly different. The former could be a mere title, while the latter implied intimacy with him.

Marcelo stood, lifting her Renee’s chin. His voice was low and cold. “Can I even call you my woman, Renee?Do you think you can really be my woman?You can be anyone’s woman as it is and I don’t want someone as easy as you.‘

“You…you’re going too far.” Renee’s face reddened with anger as she huffed.

Had it not been for her self–control, she might have struck him.

Marcelo coolly reminded her, “Mrs. King, remember, you came here asking for a favor.”

He disliked losing control, and now, dictating Renee’s actions brought him a twisted sense of satisfaction.

He was curious, almost eager, to see how she would react.

On their wedding night, she braved a storm.

At Venus Bar, she had impressed him.

And what about now?

What would she do? What could she do?

decide,” Marcelo said as he settled back into his

intensified as he reclined, his gaze on Renee like she

her eyes had been replaced by a frosty smirk. “Mr. King, if you’re indifferent to your wife’s conduct, then why should

the room, mirroring the rhythm from the

trench coat,

she transformed the T–shirt into a

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a casual toss of her hair, her demeanor shifted from casual

and glowing skin were now on

a hint of dryness in his throat. He reached for his champagne, taking a sip

of Renee in that moment,

a theager sum for such

at the edge of the French window, Renee could see the entire

looking up

resentment, Renee internally

skilled in both musical instruments and ballet, a standout talent among her

performing ballet in such a

music began, Renee moved with

was vibrant and energetic, a display of lively jazz

she twisted her waist, lifted

was precise, natural, and

none had caught his attention like this woman. Her slender waist moved rhythmically, her movements flirtatious and

performance eclipsed any he had

Renee struck her final pose, Marcelo abruptly stood and

under his hand, causing Renee to freeze in shock, her breath halting as

seeped through her

her face to her neck,

her intensely uncomfortable, as if she were bare and

attention that you’re willing to flaunt yourself like this because I fail

th hers.

in close,

his long, thick eyelashes, casting a shadow over his intense,

King, your legs are clearly fine. How could you fail to satisfy me? I pride myself on being easily

the poise of a former top socialite,

mother be thrilled to see the elegance of

Renee’s respected elder, her demeanor faltered,

you’re interfering with the bidding. If it doesn’t reach a hundred thousand because of you, will you.

huh? Rence?” His voice carried a subtle