Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Excited murmurs from other girls in the cafe reached Rebee's ears.

"Look at that guy, he's so good-looking!"

"Yes, handsome for sure, but there's something intimidating about his eyes!"

"He seems to be staring at our cafe. I wonder who he's watching?"

"Marcelo..." The name slipped from Renee's lips without her even realizing.

What was he doing here?

Howard noticed where Renee was looking and saw Marcelo, furrowing his brows slightly.

"Renee, did he come here for you?"

"I'm not sure,"Renee answered, averting her eyes.

She genuinely didn't know. Shouldn't he be with Vivian at this time?

Or maybe Vivian was in the car with him?

Marcelo had been informed by one of his people that Renee was at the school. Watching her sitting there, laughing with Howard, he felt a surge of unexplained anger.

When Renee looked at him and then calmly looked away, as if she didn't even recognize him, he felt a pang of annoyance.

She chatted with Howard, but pretended she didn't know him?

"Welcome, can I help with...?"

The waiter's voice was cut off by the sound of approaching wheels.

Renee glanced down and first saw the wheelchair, then the stoic face of the man in it.

"Why didn't you come to find me when you got to the company?"Marcelo's expressionless face seemed intimidating.

Renee struggled to follow his train of thought.

air, as if ready for confrontation, yet his question was about why she hadn't sought

on point. "I handed my offer letter to Anna; she was supposed to

me, right?"Marcelo asked coldly, giving a scornful laugh and gesturing towards Howard. "But you needed to meet

Marcelo's mouth. She

should respect that." Howard, feeling protective, positioned himself in

Respect?

found the

challenged Howard, who was not just any student, but

attention of other students in the

suggested, "Maybe we should

trying to keep her anger in check and refusing to help Marcelo with his wheelchair, led the way

his voice low and firm. "Mr. King, it's not right for a man to flaunt an unclear

his voice. "You are the one who is unclear about the truth. She is my wife."

is your wife?" Howard, stunned and seeking clarity, turned to Renee. "Renee,

married,

to hide

turmoil. "Thanks for everything,

You shout head back to school. I. wouldn't want to hold you up She preferred him

Howard agreed, "Alright, Renee. Remember, you can

you

"Okay,"Renee replied softly.

overhearing the exchange, couldn't help

anywhere? The idea

a surge of regret

unwe

it

to chase after people!

the driver's side door of her car, the passenger door swung open too. Marcelo, still seated in his wheelchair, peered over the

you want, Mr. King? I won't give you a ride."Renee stated firmly, making

clearly annoyed by her indifferent tone, asked, "What's your plan?" The thought of her meeting with a junior and

drive, "Renee retorted. She added sarcastically, "Do you need me to book an eye appointment

in my car," Marcelo

however, had no intention of complying. It was unusual for her to be this dismissive towards someone, and even