Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 46

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.

I would have to leave

has

her sarcasm, he replied, “Mrs. King, that’s too

a familiar

It was Rocco’s car.

expecting the Hudson’s to

I knew Nana would like to

every one of the

gown’s designer, “I commented, glancing briefly

my stance radiated dignity

for the designer meant I naturally disliked the gown

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

offered, “KT’s owner is well–acquainted with Mr. King. Mrs. King, please feel free

Π

studio the city,

building downtown, its

me

Me upstairs.

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

Pierre.“Luke introduced

was familiar with the fashion industry and I recognize Pierre’s

as a rising star in fashion. Pierre

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I’m glad to be of service to such

you,“I declined, raising

stylist myself, trusted in my ability to

clad myself in an outfit

gaze found Renee by the expansive window, her eyes set on the busy street below. She was adorned in a

face, lightly touched with makeup, exuded a natural charm and a certain untouchable allure,

worldly pursuits. Amidst this whirl of activity,

reminded of the opinions he’d heard about Refee from

was perceived as detached from worldly affairs, unique

living embodiment of a

impeccable taste are evident. You

would be an

darkened slightly

called out,

a charcoal gray suit, his face an unreadable mask. His eyes swept over

Renee’s first time locking eyes with him since their

and detached, akin to a business associate’s, a far

King, attending the auction with me

exclusive social circle, where only a select few were privy to such events, everyone was

could respond, Pierre interjected, puzzled, Miss, your presence would only enhance the event’s prestige. How could it

and said to Renee, “Can contact?We

I have your W*

witnessing this exchange, was at a loss

Marcelo’s growing annoyance, though Pierre

endearing. Given their shared industry, she saw potential

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his expression blank. “Are you bored in this

back.”

look, then signaled Renee to follow him

behavior, realized something Pierre, celebrated in the

feel like Mr. King is picking on me? Did I upset him?“Pierre

in Marcelo’s presence was bound to stir discontent. He was fortunate Marcelo hadn’t

in mind, Miss Hudson is with Mr. King now.She is off limits to you and

air of innocence and conviction, had no ill intentions.

realizing the futility of offering counsel to someone

his Bentley

not the conversation,

bringing back unpleasant memories. As she scrolled to move on,

platform, the dancer, and

the third floor, she could see everything below, but

it must have been one–way

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