Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

107 His date

“Stay here and call her.”

Cautiously, Luke dialed Renee’s number once more.

He switched the phone to speaker mode, and her voice filled the room.

“Hello, Luke. Is there something else?”

“Mrs. King, Mr. King’s event tonight is quite formal. He requires a companion for the sake of courtesy. When will you be free from work? Is there a way to rearrange your schedule?”

Renee paused briefly before responding, “If he needs someone to accompany him, perhaps you can find someone else suitable?”

For such events, there wasn’t a strict requirement for who the date should be. It could be a celebrity, a friend, or even a secretary. Typically, men with girlfriends or wives choose to attend with their partners.

Luke glanced anxiously at Marcelo, hardly daring to breathe.

He felt out of place.

He wondered why he was caught in the middle of their issues.

This call should have been made by Marcelo himself.

Noticing Marcelo’s cold expression and his reluctance to speak further, Luke wrapped up the call with Renee.

“Mr. King, will you still be taking a date to the event?”

Renee ended her phone call and turned to the taxi driver. “Could you please drive a bit faster?” she asked.

She refused to attend the party with Marcelo, not just due to her own feelings, but because Sarah had called her urgently.

Sarah had explained there was an emergency that required Renee’s immediate attention.

Arriving at the Venus Bar,Renee hurried through the VIP entrance straight to a private room.

The moment she opened the door, a strong scent of blood hit her.

Sarah stood frozen near the door, her gaze fixed on a man lying on the sofa.

The man’s complexion was ashen, a stream of blood running from his short black hair down to his forehead. He was clad in a black trench coat, the source of the bloody scent.

Drops of blood had fallen from the coat’s edge onto the carpet, leaving red stains.

“Oh my God! What happened here?” Renee exclaimed in shock, quickly closing the door. “Did you accidentally hurt him?”

“I didn’t,” Sarah responded immediately.

Renee let out a sigh of relief, but as she looked at the man’s face, a realization struck her. “Wait, isn’t that Marvin Hill?”

“You recognize him at last,” Sarah said, her face filled with despair. “When I got here today, I heard noises from the exit passageway. Going to check, I found him sitting on the floor, injured. He grabbed me, refusing to let me take him to the hospital. He had a wound on his forehead and makeshift bandages, but they were coming apart.”

“Marvin and Quincy are archenemies. Sarah, did you help him just to upset Quincy?” Renee ventured.

She couldn’t think of another reason Sarah to willingly get involved in such a mess. “Absolutely not,” Sarah replied, rubbing her temples. “Marvin saved me as a child. I owe him my life. But how did he end up injured outside our private room?”

“I doubt it’s a coincidence.”

Their private room was a well–kept secret, known to very few. It seemed too strange that Marvin, severely injured, would end up there, discovered by Sarah who owed him a life–saving debt. “The Hill family’s internal affairs are complex. Before he passed out, Marvin said he didn’t want to go to the hospital, probably fearing it would be less safe. If we take him there, he might recover, but given his vengeful nature, he could retaliate against us. Yet if we don’t help him and he dies, we could face legal consequences.”

Sarah was clearly torn about what to do.

just mentioned that Marvin saved your life. Now” you’re worried about court if

he’s in a coma, so he didn’t hear me, right?” Saralı sighed. Renee, what should we

me a

then pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts

a surgeon, but he knew Marvin. It

Damian. He studied medicine and did an internship in his family’s hospital. Plus, he’s unaware

appeared that he had now removed her from the

do you want?“Damian’s voice

help me out?

later, Damian was kneeling by the sofa, carefully bandaging Marvin’s

black trench coat lay cut open. His abdomen and shoulder were wrapped in blood–soaked gauze.

are you and Damian on

settled our

two years, not stitching wounds. Why do I have to help you take care of his wounds, huh? Damn! I need to know who he is,

found by the side of the road,” She believed that her statement held some element of truth and wasn’t entirely

up at Renee. “He’s got a gunshot wound on his shoulder.

his family’s claims of his low IQ, Damian was far from

quickly exchanged a glance with

my boyfriend. “Sarah lied on the spur

to Renee, seeking confirmation. Renee

to Sarah, so

r story holds, I

the wounds, Damian fetched an anti–inflammatory drip and administered it to Marvin. Two hours

S

time

Damian might reveal what he knew, Renee

my silence, what do I get?” Damian asked, turning

nearly one in the morning “How about this,” she proposed. “I’ll treat

on the sofa, his condition unchanged,

a hint of reluctance,

restaurant nearby, which

Damian wasn’t

a new message. It was a photo of a man

wearing a

married to, also mingling with a celebrity? I’m in better shape than he is.” The message,

noticed the change in

, Renee?” he asked.

screen down, forcing

left the event in his wheelchair,

they were outside the party, Nora thanked him. “I’m so grateful, Mr. King. Without you,

gateways to valuable connections. Merely being seen with

glancing at Nora, told her, “You may

“Mr. King, was today’s opportunity a thank you for clarifying Miss Hudson’s

simply wheeled himself away,

well aware t her no mind and that

help but wonder why Marcelo hadn’t invited Renee to accompany him to

Marcelo had paid

was seated in the car’s back seat, the scent of someone else’s perfume from the party clinging to him,

some annoyance.

had someone

react to it?” Marcelo inquired with his eyes

Andrew, upon seeing him

King?” Luke replied, “She

cold, but a flicker of irritation

she up to

than the last one. “Mrs. King… She’s currently having a meal with