Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 46 A good lesson

*MARCELO

I have my schedule memorized by me because I am someone who rarely forgets things. After I left the styling. attended an international conference.

There, I sternly rebuked each participant.

I was a man of few words, my reprimands were often non–verbal.

My stare alone left many wondering what they’d done wrong. They were utterly baffled, Jason visited KM Group to

see me.

He sighed. “Marcelo, are you in a foul mood these days? Your executives are all complaining to me, accusing you of being heartless.”

Their complaints weren’t entirely serious, I was sure.

They just knew of Jason’s close ties to me and hoped he might uncover if they had inadvertently offended me, leading to my aloofness.

I glanced up, uninterested. “Don’t you have better things to do?”

“Yeah.” Jason settled in a chair across from me. “Well, I need to enjoy the perks of being a boss. I guess you don’t relate to that kind of pleasure.”

He then quipped, “Sorry, forgot you don’t understand such joys.”

Impatient, I retorted, “If it’s not important, leave.”

In essence, if Jason had something significant, he should speak up.

“Having a trouble with your wife? Hermès just released some exclusive leather bags. Women love them, and they’re great for making peace!” Jason ventured.

I grimaced.

A Hermes bag?

Perhaps it was less effective than a simple, inexpensive street–side hot chocolate.

Jason squirmed under my intense look. He quickly divulged “Luke told me you and your wife argued! It’s odd; Renee seems so even–tempered. How did you upset her? Let me know, and I can help you sort it out”

I pondered what Jason meant by upsetting Ellie“.

I subtly gestured towards the door with my chin, a clear signal for him to leave.

Jason, with a resigned smile and an “OK” gesture, quickly exited.

He had a company and how dare he always lecture me about being a good husband.

He wasn’t even married himself.

The office fell silent.

I then opened his right–hand drawer, retrieving two auction invitations.

He called Luke, instructing, “Tell Renee to join me at the auction tonight.”

*RENEE*

“An auction?” Hearing about the auction, Rence eyed the evening gown Luke offered but didn’t accept it. “I don’t have time,” she firmly declined.

Luke, still holding the gown, persisted, “Mrs. King, Naomi’s condition is stable. Mr. King has informed the Hudson to take over her care. You can rest assured. And remember, whether you are KM Group’s collaborative stylist and Mrs. King, Mr. King has the right to invite you.

His words had multiple meanings.

”

Firstly, with Rocco and his wife arriving, I would have to confront them if I stayed, an unwelcome prospect. Secondly, my refusal might provoke Marcelo to leverage her role as a collaborative stylist.

But the Hudsons can’t take care of Nana as much as I could.

guess I would have to leave her

scoffed. “Marcelo has taught you

sarcasm, he

the distance, a

It was Rocco’s car.

frown deepened, not expecting the Hudson’s

meeting them, yet I knew Nana would like to see

of the

designer, “I commented,

remained unlifted, yet my

I naturally

edition from this year’s new haute couture collection, highly coveted. Yet, in my view, it merited only a

well–acquainted with Mr. King. Mrs. King, please feel

Π

studio the city, typically serving elite clientele and A–list

a distinctive building downtown, its entrance

me inside,

Me upstairs.

a young man in his twenties, with ash–gray hair and a trendy,

Pierre.“Luke

was familiar with the fashion industry and I recognize

designer with numerous accolades by twenty–five, he was regarded as a rising star in fashion. Pierre extended a friendly

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I’m glad to be of service to such

declined, raising myhand. “I’ll find

others dictate my appearance,me, a stylist myself, trusted in my ability to

had clad myself in an outfit that was both

the expansive window, her eyes set on the busy street below. She was adorned in a captivating gradient purple gown, her haft elegantly curled and swept to the left,

exuded a natural charm and a certain untouchable allure,

pursuits. Amidst this whirl of activity, Renee stood serene and detached,

was reminded of the opinions he’d heard about Refee

detached from worldly

a living embodiment of a

true inspiration, “Pierre gushed, his eyes sparkling with admiration. “Your beauty and impeccable taste are evident. You epitomize understated elegance.”

would be

expression darkened

“Luke called

Marcelo, who sat in his wheelchair. He was impeccably dressed in a charcoal gray suit, his face an unreadable

first time locking eyes

a far cry from the protective stance she had taken at

King, attending the auction with me might

to such events, everyone was aware

respond, Pierre interjected, puzzled, Miss, your presence would only enhance the

to Renee, “Can contact?We

I have your W*

witnessing this exchange, was

annoyance,

their shared industry, she saw potential for

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screen. He turned to Pierre, his expression blank. “Are you bored in this city? I could send you back to the countryside.” Pierre

back.”

signaled Renee

realized something Pierre, celebrated in the fashion world, was also under Marcelo’s

is picking on me? Did I upset him?“Pierre asked quietly,

contact in Marcelo’s presence was bound to stir discontent.

mind, Miss Hudson is with Mr. King now.She is off limits to you and any other man.“Luke advised Pierre in a

responded with an air of innocence and conviction, had no ill

offering

chose his Bentley for the

not the conversation, busied

bringing back unpleasant memories. As

the high platform, the dancer, and the

time, from the third floor, she could see everything

it must have been one–way