Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 288

The question echoed in Renee’s mind: What in the world was Susanna doing here?

Susanna, catching Renee’s eye, playfully winked, her mischief evident.

With class about to commence, Renee redirected her gaze and initiated her PowerPoint presentation.

“Good morning, everyone! I'm Renee Hudson. I hope the next two weeks will be a delightful journey. Let's dive into our class without further delay."

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The Pagani swiftly departed from the airport.

Navigating a fork in the road, Marcelo abruptly brought the vehicle to a stop.

“This is your stop. I'll arrange for someone to pick you up," He announced.

In the passenger seat, Levy was taken aback. "Come on, Marcelo. My place is just a few kilometers south."

“It doesn't align with my route," Marcelo replied. "I'm heading west."

Bellbanks University sat in the city's west.

At this fork where the vehicle was parked, their paths to separate destinations would diverge.

Was he merely an afterthought throughout this entire journey? Levy couldn't shake the feeling that Marcelo was abandoning him now that his objectives were met.

It wasn't an airport pickup at all; for Marcelo, it was a mission to amass investigative materials! Levy motioned with his hand and opened the car door to step out.

“I think I'll grab a taxi on my own!"

Opting for a taxi promised swifter progress than awaiting Marcelo’s pick-up arrangement.

With years of friendship with Levy, formalities weren't Marcelo’s concern. He turned the steering wheel, veering right toward Bellbanks University.

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Renee meticulously crafted her class, seamlessly intertwining professional knowledge with pertinent real-world examples.

At first, the students fixated on Renee, the legendary senior, but as time passed, they became enthralled by the substance of her lectures.

After three consecutive classes concluded, Renee intended to find Susanna. However, a glance around the room proved unsuccessful in locating the young girl.

Texting Susanna about her whereabouts, Renee, engrossed in her phone, nearly collided with someone while exiting the classroom.

A figure in a white hoodie caught her eye.

“Be careful, Renee!" a familiar male voice chimed in.

Renee, looking up, spotted Howard offering a helping hand. Seeing her stability, he quietly retracted his gesture.

“Mind your step, Renee. You might stumble while using your phone," Howard said with a warm smile. "I wanted to congratulate you this morning, but I had a preliminary defense for my graduation thesis and couldn't step away."

“Received your well wishes ahead of time!" She responded with a smile, showcasing the sizable bouquet in her left hand.

Just as she was about to speak, she sensed an intense gaze on her.

In the corridor's distant end by the staircase, a man in a shirt and trousers held a phone to his ear. His gaze was fixed on her, devoid of expression and with a pale complexion.

His presence was commanding, casting such a weighty atmosphere that the few students who noticed him refrained from taking a second glance.

What brought Marcelo to this place?

“Mar…”

Renee’s attempt to speak was cut short as the man turned, briskly retreating from her view.

His retreating figure radiated a callous indifference, swiftly vanishing from her sight.

A realization struck Renee, she and Marcelo had recently engaged in a heated argument, and silence had persisted between them for the last two days. His appearance here couldn't be about seeking her out.

Marcelo had connections with Bellbanks University, so his presence here could be purely coincidental.

He didn't come to see her.

“I'm on my way," he said curtly as he turned around. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

Something had happened to Jessica, so he had no choice but to leave.

He didn't hold much affection toward Jessica, but she was still his mother. More importantly, at least for Marcelo, Jessica was someone that his brother had deeply respected and always cared for.

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In a private hospital.

The floor housing the VIP rooms was walled off from the rest of the building, with bodyguards standing vigil at every turn.

Some of them were Marcelo’s men, and the rest answered to Paul.

The air crackled with tension as both sides eyed each other warily, ready to spring into action should the situation escalate.

“The patient has a superficial head wound. Her right hand is broken, while her right leg is bruised. She just needs a quiet rest and more sleep." The doctor glanced at Jessica, who was still unconscious after the surgery. "However, the patient has been taking neurological drugs for a long time, causing significant damage to her liver. She needs to pay close attention to her health after she recuperates."

Vivian diligently wrote down notes and thanked the doctor repeatedly. She then walked him to the door, polite as ever.

“Your wife is so beautiful and well-mannered, Mr. King!" the doctor commended as he stepped out into the hall.

Vivian’s eyes instantly lit up at his words.

“She is not my wife," Marcelo said without missing a beat.

Vivian’s pleased expression froze, while the doctor hurriedly apologized with an awkward smile.

Vivian quickly collected herself and pretended like the doctor hadn't said anything. "Did I bother your work, Marcelo? I panicked when your mom was wheeled into the operating room. I had no idea at the time that it was just to treat a fracture."

“Not at all." His tone was still curt.

She had, in fact, bothered him.

Still, he had chosen to come here, so he couldn't very well blame Vivian.