Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207 Bitter edge

Renee nodded firmly.

Without hesitation, Marcelo escorted her out.

He wasn’t concerned about Jessica. She was merely a tool for Paul’s manipulation, and Paul would ensure her safety if he didn’t want to piss Marcelo off even more.

From a distance, Vivian watched Marcelo and Renee leave hand in hand.

Such a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes of their bond pure, caring, and free from pretense.

Vivian felt a pang of sadness, but her energy for jealousy had waned.

Marcelo’s directive for her to leave Harvillston signified his decision was final. Any plea from her now would only taint their shared history.

She weighed her options and concluded it wasn’t worth the compromise.

Marcelo was right; with her qualifications, securing a respectable job elsewhere in the country was feasible.

Yet, to overshadow her fallout with Light, she needed a high–ranking position in a prestigious company.

Then Paul appeared in front of her. He offered, “The King family owns a jewelry business. You could join us.”

Vivian’s initial reaction was to reject the offer.

Working for a King enterprise implied aligning with Paul, didn’t it?

“Don’t dismiss the idea so hastily,” Paul said evenly. “Being part of the King family opens doors for you, including chances to be near Marcelo. Remember, Marcelo will inherit a portion of the King family’s

wealth in the future.”

Paul’s plan was clear: he wanted a loyal ally close to Marcelo, and Vivian fit the bill perfectly.

Meanwhile, a Maybach rushed from the hospital to the airport.

A last–minute flight to Hagua meant no private jet. Renee and Marcelo had to settle for a commercial

flight.

Marcelo had arranged for a swift passage through the airport’s VIP channel to catch the final flight to

Hagua.

“What’s the situation?” Marcelo inquired as they boarded.

“It’s related to Sarah’s auction. I don’t have all the details yet,” Renee replied.

Hearing that, Marcelo’s brow furrowed in thought.

Wasn’t Sarah under Marvin or Quincy’s watch?

He mulled over it briefly and then asked Luke to contact Marvin before takeoff.

Quincy was definitely not an option.

Renee seemed not entirely comfortable with his presence.

“Are you sure you want to come with me?” She inquired.

She felt capable of handling it alone, and it appeared Marcelo hadn’t been to his office in some time.

He quirked an eyebrow. “After all the effort to calm you down, what if you get agitated again?”

She was momentarily at a loss for words.

“When do I ever get upset that easily? It was clearly your fault last time.”

“Yes, it was my fault,” he conceded readily.

His indulgent tone seemed to affirm everything she said.

This exchange caught the attention of a flight attendant, who lingered a moment longer than necessary.

“Then, thank you for being here,” Renee said, her eyes shining with gratitude. She instinctively leaned

closer to him.

This was their first trip together, feeling almost like a new adventure.

“Mrs. King, if you’re looking to express your gratitude…” Marcelo gently cradled her face, his thumb tracing her lips suggestively. “We can continue this conversation in our bedroom at home.”

She gave him a pointed look, a silent plea for discretion in public.

Marcelo, far from backing down, boldly took her hand in his, as if to stake his claim.

Renee, observing their linked hands, felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

As he played with her palm, he noticed something amiss.

Releasing her hand, he leaned closer and delicately reached for her necklace.

His fingers found the platinum chain, drawing out a sparkling pink diamond ring. He removed the ring, took her right hand, and carefully slid it onto her ring finger.

“Mrs. King, always wear your symbol with pride.”

“Could you share some stories about your brother?” Renee asked him.

“What made you think of him all of a sudden?” Marcelo was a little surprised.

These days, few recall the once–renowned Sebastian of the King family.

“I’m just curious.” Renee noticed his deep respect and longing for Sebastian, he might call his mother by her name, yet he always respectfully mentioned his brother as “my brother.”

The first–class section was quiet, occupied only by Renee, Marcelo, and an older gentleman, allowing for a private conversation.

Marcelo took a moment to reminisce before sharing, “He was a good man, tragically misplaced in the King family.”

Sebastian should not have been born into the King family, a place where kindness was often overshadowed by ruthlessness

Renee stared at Marcelo in bewilderment.

He softly touched her head, murmuring, “Renee, do you recall my warning? Being kind isn’t always beneficial. If my brother had been less compassionate, he’d have survived longer.”

She felt a heaviness settle in her chest at his words.

“How did he…How did he meet his end?” Rene inquired, barely whispering, “Andrew mentioned a fire

took his life.”

Her words were careful, yet Marcelo could piece together what Andrew had shared with her.

Marcelo wasn’t shocked that Andrew had brought it up to Renee.

The King family believed they held something over him with this story.

“My brother always believed children shouldn’t suffer for their parent’s sins and showed kindness to everyone including Paul and Gary. Gary betrayed that kindness, poisoning my brother. Thankfully, the plot was uncovered in time. Yet, Gary claimed it was an accident.”

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