Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 302

The manager's words seemed incomprehensible to Marcelo.

He was the big shot, and Renee was indeed his intended contact, that much was accurate.

But sexual harassment?

“I'm married," he clarified. There was no question of harassment.

The manager was more furious upon hearing this.

He hissed, "Married and still lusting after the Bellbanks University's prized gem? Get out! You scoundrel!"

Marcelo sensed that the manager was a bit unhinged.

Given the manager's apparent familiarity with and protective stance toward Renee, he summoned his rarely exercised patience.

“Renee is my wife!" he declared, looking stern.

“Young man, are you delusional? Miss Hudson, a young woman in her early twenties, married? Leave immediately, or I'll call security!"

Marcelo, clenching his teeth, had never felt so at a loss for words.

Out of respect for Renee’s alma mater, he refrained from barging in. Instead, he dialed her number, attempting to establish that he wasn't acting out of fantasy.

After all, he was really her husband.

“Apologies, but the number you've called is currently unavailable."

The manager casually savored his tea, appearing poised as if anticipating Marcelo’s subsequent actions.

The unspoken message behind the declined call was unmistakable.

Renee had no intention of engaging in communication with him.

Moreover, the manager's accusation of harassment appeared to be Renee’s deceptive maneuver. "Young man, if Miss Hudson isn't fond of you and declines to meet, it's best to let go," the manager offered.

Marcelo experienced a sudden pang in his chest, not knowing what to do next.

After a moment, he compromised. He left the milk tea on the reception desk, saying;

“I won't go up, but can you give this to her?"

Casting a glance at the package, the manager retorted, "I'm a gatekeeper, not a courier."

He had no intention of assisting someone accused of harassment for deceiving a student. Observing Marcelo exiting the dorm, Luke swiftly made his way toward him. "Sir, Wyatt mentioned some urgent matters requiring your attention. It's related to Miss Lambert."

Marcelo scowled in annoyance. "Inform him to wait for me at the hospital."

He desired to remain in close proximity to Renee.

However, matters concerning Jessica and Vivian required prompt resolution.

Glancing at the milk tea he held, Marcelo strolled into a nearby convenience store.

Luke, waiting outside, observed as Marcelo handed the milk tea to the cashier, uttering words that sparked excitement in the cashier girl.

Marcelo emerged empty-handed.

“Sir, you handed the milk tea to the convenience store?" Luke was taken aback.

Marcelo had patiently waited in line for twenty minutes to purchase milk tea and then simply handed it over?

Marcelo shot a glance at Luke.

Luke interpreted a message of "are you stupid?" in Marcelo’s gaze.

The lights illuminated Renee’s dorm.

Marcelo cast a lingering glance before getting into the car. He instructed, "Head to the hospital."

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Renee found it ludicrous.

As the legally wedded wife, she had to witness another woman receiving internet blessings with her husband.

She wasn't taken aback by these unfolding events.

Ever since the "romance" between Vivian and Marcelo came to light, it appeared to be a meticulously orchestrated scheme.

Elite circles are always filled with top-level gossip, but it's seldom known to the public. No entertainment company dares interfere with these individuals unless someone is orchestrating things behind the scenes.

A sudden realization hit Renee, she should have answered that call.

Perhaps it was Marcelo calling to discuss a potential divorce.

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In the quiet lounge of the hospital, Vivian faced Marcelo and Wyatt, her voice tinged with regret. "Marcelo, Wyatt, I’m really sorry, I spoke without thinking when I was interviewed..I'm so sorry. I didn't foresee the harm it could cause."

She lowered her eyes, pretending to be sorry for what had happened.

After learning that the rumors about her and Marcelo had been deleted, Vivian had made a public statement on her live stream, urging viewers not to speculate about her relationship and thanking them for their well-wishes.

Her choice of words, however, misleadingly suggested a romance with Marcelo, particularly given the timing.

Her statement, crafted with precision, left little room for suspicion among the majority of her viewers.

She had strategically announced this misleading information live, ensuring it remained unedited and could be dismissed as a mere slip of the tongue if questioned.

Marcelo, meanwhile, leaned casually against a desk, his posture relaxed yet deliberate. He rarely stood this way unless he felt uneasy.

His gaze fixed on Vivian, sharp and questioning. "Then, who's behind the gossip?"

“What do you mean by that?" Vivian looked up at him, her expression one of puzzled innocence.

Wyatt handed her a photograph showing her in lively conversation with a woman at a banquet, a moment captured in apparent happiness. "This woman, the one who runs her own social media, spread the rumor. She claimed to have your approval before posting it online. In other words, you told her to post that news about you and Marcelo even when you clearly know they were false and misleading."