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.

wave of anxiety washed over Renee, she couldn’t help but tease, “You just mentioned that Marvin saved your life. Now” you’re worried

coma, so he didn’t hear me, right?” Saralı sighed. Renee, what

me a moment

and scrolled through her contacts She paused at two names:Wyatt

surgeon, but he knew Marvin. It wouldn’t be safe

in his family’s hospital. Plus, he’s unaware of who Marvin is,” Renee

remembered that he had once blacklisted her, but it appeared that he had now removed her from the list,

do you want?“Damian’s voice

out? And keep it a

later, Damian was kneeling by

abdomen and shoulder were wrapped in blood–soaked gauze. Some wounds beneath the gauze

“Since when are you

settled

wound, grumbled, “Renee! I’ve been playing instruments for 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, or else…“As Damian tended to the wounds, he couldn’t help but keep complaining, a clear sign of his disdain for the task

She believed

his work and looked up at Renee. “He’s got a gunshot wound on his shoulder. need to

his low IQ, Damian

a

is my boyfriend. “Sarah lied on the spur of the moment. “Please,

gaze shifted to Renee, seeking confirmation. Renee nodded

ties to Sarah, so he chose not to

r story holds, I

wounds, Damian fetched an anti–inflammatory drip and administered

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by the time he completed the

knew, Renee and Sarah expressed their genuine

do I get?” Damian asked, turning

she proposed. “I’ll treat you to

his

of reluctance, raised his chin and

renowned seafood restaurant nearby, which was bustling even in

wasn’t particular about

about how she had missed eating with Marcelo,her phone buzzed with a

gracefully next to a wheelchair, wearing a smile. The man in the wheelchair was Marcelo, and

Marcelo, the man you’re married to, also mingling with a celebrity? I’m in better shape than he is.” The message, unsigned, was clearly from

the change in

, Renee?” he asked.

turned her phone screen down, forcing

several influential guests, Marcelo left the event in his wheelchair, Nora

they were outside the party, Nora thanked him. “I’m so grateful, Mr.

were gateways to valuable connections. Merely being seen with Marcelo would open

even glancing at Nora, told her, “You may leave

“Mr. King, was today’s opportunity a thank you

question, simply wheeled himself away, leaving her

party, the guests had assumed Nora was Marcelo latest companion. However, Nora was well aware t her

Nora couldn’t help but wonder why Marcelo hadn’t invited Renee to accompany him to the party

Marcelo had paid

seat, the scent of someone else’s perfume

some annoyance.

King, Andrew took a photo of you with Nora at the event. I had someone check his phone.

did she react to it?” Marcelo inquired with

seeing him

Mrs. King?” Luke replied, “She didn’t react

face remained cold,

up to

even more daunting than the last one.