Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 49 Her end of the bargain

Ten minutes later.

Renee sat in the back of the Maybach, her hands placed demurely on her knees, resembling a child caught in a

misdeed.

“So, Mrs. King, was that your idea of a discussion?” Marcelo’s fingers drummed on the armrest.

Renee, rolling her eyes, muttered, “Didn’t you leave?”

“I returned to fetch my wife,” retorted Marcelo.

But Rence was skeptical.

She shot him a doubtful look, unconvinced by his pretext.

Ina

In their sham marriage, trust was a luxury, and she suspected his true motive was to keep her away from Andrew.

“Well, I intended to have a constructive conversation with Catherine,” She explained, redirecting the conversation and justifying her actions. “However, she was uncooperative, so I had to resort to that.”

Marcelo knew Renee was a woman of strong will and that intrigued him a lot.

Catherine always ended up overpowered in Renee’s presence.

Yet now, Renee portrayed herself as having no other option, sounding almost wronged.

She was such a mischievous liar, eh!

After giving her explanation, Renee noticed Marcelo’s lack of response. She looked up, only to see him resting with closed eyes, evidently uninterested in further discussion. She exhaled in relief. Being caught in a conflict was certainly not ideal.

Especially because Renee had consistently cultivated an image of gentleness and decorum, her facade effectively disarmed those in her presence.

As they approached a junction, Renee announced, “I need to visit the hospital. If it’s out of your way, you can drop

ine off here.”

She was prepared to hail a taxi.

Luke, who was driving the car, instantly sensed the tension emanating from Marcelo in the back seat.

Marcelo seemed upset.

Yet, when Luke glanced over, his face was impassive, betraying none of the mounting pressure,

“Head to the hospital, “Marcelo instructed.

“Right away,” Luke acknowledged.

Renee stole a glance at Marcelo, puzzled.

His considerate attitude tonight was… strange.

her a ride to

happy that he

car halted at the

and hurried into the

just lit a cigar. The smoke framed Marcelo’s striking features, his deep eyes fixated on the hospital’s entrance, as though he could see Rence through the walls. Noticing Marcelo’s reluctance to

focus to Luke. “How

pondered, knowing Renee’s dedication to

would likely be there for some

proposed a wager. “Place a bet with your

the stakes as his bonus

Marcelo,

of his slender index finger, tapped the cigar,

small gesture subtly

made a reluctant guess, going

faint smile, countered,

Ten minutes?

highly unlikely

his doubts, not wanting to offend

imply Renee didn’t prioritize Marcelo, a notion that Luke reluctantly considered

accurate.

he glanced at his

hand neared the ten–minute mark, Renee, clad in her gradient purple

Mr King, how

seemed uninterested in conversing with

Renee, whose expression conveyed a

disoriented, like a stray animal,

steady

He didn’t leave.

presence was a silent affirmation; he had expected her

Ten minutes earlier.

Nana’s room, Renee was halted by

as

Inappropriate?”

I was at an event. I’ve got a

ever critical, sneered, “So, the party’s over, and

her

no model of devotion,

drew her to the ward’s

her hospital bed, encircled by Rocco and other members of her family.It turns out that the Hudsons had been able to find other relatives of Naomi. Despite her allment, her face

was something Bence hadn’t witnessed on Naomi’s face

“You’re not her family, Renee, you

Not her family?

a shiver through

Naomi staring at Rocco

refused to help

aware that Rocco’s daughter had put

“But where were you and her ‘family‘, when she

matter.She worked for us not you in

duplicity, Renee inhaled deeply, fighting