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.

have to leave her

has taught

sarcasm, he replied, “Mrs.

the distance, a

It was Rocco’s car.

deepened, not expecting the Hudson’s to

I knew

of the Hudson’s

designer, “I commented, glancing briefly at the box

chin remained unlifted, yet my

meant I

couture collection, highly

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

Π

studio the city, typically serving elite

distinctive building downtown, its

escorted me

Me upstairs.

in his twenties, with ash–gray hair and a trendy, avant–garde

is Pierre.“Luke introduced

fashion industry and I

in fashion. Pierre extended a friendly greeting,

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I’m glad to be of service to such a beauty

you,“I declined, raising myhand. “I’ll

not to have others dictate my appearance,me, a stylist myself, trusted in my ability to craft a look that was both satisfying

hour, I had clad myself in an outfit that was

gaze found Renee by 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, embodying both grace

exuded a natural charm and a certain

this whirl

was reminded of the opinions he’d heard about Refee

perceived as detached from worldly

a living

sparkling with admiration. “Your beauty and impeccable taste are evident. You epitomize understated elegance.” He was

perhaps? It would be an immense

darkened slightly at

called out,

sat in his wheelchair. He was impeccably dressed in a charcoal gray suit, his

Renee’s first time locking

detached, akin to a business associate’s, a far cry from the protective stance she had

King, attending the auction with me might damage

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

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

very persistent and said to Renee, “Can contact?We should chat

I have your W*

this exchange, was

sensed Marcelo’s growing annoyance, though Pierre

both amusing and endearing. Given their shared industry, she saw potential for future collaboration and

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for her phone to access W******p, Marcelo swiftly took it from her hand, locking the screen. He turned to Pierre, his expression blank. “Are you bored in this city? I could send you back to the countryside.” Pierre recoiled, fearing the implications. “No! If I return, I be dragged into family farming

back.”

Pierre a frosty look, then signaled Renee to follow him as he

realized something Pierre, celebrated

like Mr. King is picking on me? Did I upset him?“Pierre asked quietly,

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

Hudson is with Mr. King now.She is off limits to you and any other man.“Luke advised

an air of innocence and conviction, had no ill intentions.

the futility of offering counsel to someone who

chose his Bentley for the evening’s

not the

Club caught her eye, bringing back unpleasant

the high platform, the dancer,

see everything below, but

Rence: it must have been

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