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 for

“Marcelo has taught

ignorance to her sarcasm, he replied, “Mrs. King,

a familiar Bentley

It was Rocco’s car.

deepened, not expecting the Hudson’s to arrive se

I knew Nana would

every one of the Hudson’s

this gown’s designer, “I commented, glancing briefly at the box before

my stance radiated dignity

I naturally disliked the gown as

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

owner is well–acquainted with Mr. King. Mrs. King, please feel free to choose a gown to your

Π

was a premier styling studio the city, typically

in a distinctive building downtown, its entrance currently displayed a

me

Me upstairs.

in his twenties, with ash–gray hair and

Pierre.“Luke introduced him

familiar with the fashion

as a rising star in fashion. Pierre extended a friendly greeting, bowing gracefully. “Miss, please choose any gown

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glad to be of service to such

you,“I declined, raising myhand.

dictate my appearance,me, a stylist myself, trusted in my

in an outfit that was both

arrival,his 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

with makeup, exuded a natural charm and a certain untouchable allure,

window, the world bustled with hurried lives and worldly pursuits. Amidst this whirl of activity, Renee stood serene and detached, as

reminded of the opinions he’d heard about Refee from his

from

living embodiment of a

impeccable taste are

perhaps? It would be an immense

expression darkened

King, “Luke called

eyes landing on Marcelo, who sat in his wheelchair. He was impeccably dressed in a charcoal gray

time locking eyes

associate’s, a far cry from the protective stance

with me might

such events,

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

was very persistent and said to Renee, “Can

I have your W*

exchange, was at a loss

sensed Marcelo’s growing annoyance, though Pierre

endearing. Given their shared industry, she saw potential for future collaboration and agreed, “Certainly,

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Rence reached 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 business. I won’t

back.”

then signaled Renee to follow him as he

Marcelo’s behavior, realized something Pierre, celebrated in

is picking on me?

presence was bound to stir discontent. He

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

with an air of innocence and conviction, had no ill

of offering counsel to someone who couldn’t grasp the

chose his Bentley for the evening’s

not the

Island Club caught her eye, bringing back unpleasant memories. As she scrolled to move

club’s hall, the high platform, the dancer, and the lack of glass

third floor, she could see

Rence: it must have

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