Chapter 196 False and misleading

    The manager’s words seemed iprehensible to Marcelo.

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

    But sexual harassment?

    “I’m married,” he rified. 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!”

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    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 dered, 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 teethb, /bhad 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 unavable.

    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 inmunication with him.

    Moreover, the manager’s usation 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 chestb, /bnot knowing what to do next.

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

    “I won’t go up, but can you give this to her?”

    Casting a nce at the package, the manager retorted, “I’m a gatekeeper, not a courier.”

    He had no intention of assisting someone used of harassment for deceiving a student. Observing Marcelo exiting the dorm, Luke swiftly made his way toward him. “Sir, Wyatt mentioned sole urgent matters requiring your attention. It’s rted to Miss

    Lambert.”

    Marcelo scowled in annoyance. “Inform him to wait for me at the ospital.”

    He desired to remain in close proximity to Renee,

    However, matters concerning Jessica and Vivian required prompt solution.

    ncing 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.

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    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 nce at Lake.

    Laike interpreted a message of “are you stupid?” in Marcelo’s gaze

    The lights illuminated Renee’s dorm.

    Marcelo cast a lingering nce before getting into the car. He instructed, “Head to the hospital.”

    Renee stared at Marcelo’s iing call, gazing until it ceased ringing and registered as a missed call. Within seconds, she calmly deleted the call log.

    Suddenly, a series of knocks echoed on the door.

    Her heart constricted at the knocks on the dorm door, but as she peered through the peephole and realized it wasn’t Marcelo, she felt an unexpected sense of emptiness.

    She opened the door and politely said,

    “Sir.”

    “Miss Hudson, there was indeed a man looking for you. He’s quite handsome and dressed like a big shot. I’m not sure if it’s the man you mentioned, but I didn’t allow him toe up. I came here specifically to inform you.”

    “It was him, thank you, sir.” Renee had spotted Luke beside the Maybach from her vantage point on the balcony.

    “No problem. If he shows up again, I’ll continue to prevent his entry for you.”

    While Sarah was in the shower, Renee sat on the sofa, deep in contemtion. She grabbed her phone and reopened the T*****

    r app.

    As anticipated, all the rumors about Marcelo and Vivian had disappeared.

    Nevertheless, there were fresh updates.

    In the evening, Vivian participated in a live–streamed fashion interview where she was questioned about her romantic life.

    She replied with a smile, “I’m a jewelry designer, not a public personality. My romantic affairs are personal, and I’d rather keep them private. I hope everyone can understand, and I appreciate your well wishes.”

    The lukewarm denial only fueled the excitement of the gossip–thisty crowd.

    “So, the removal of gossip from the inte wasn’t due to spections but Vivian’s personal choice.”

    “Wow! This means that Mr. King and Miss Lambert are indeed in rtionship!”

    “Mr. King, ardently defends his childhood sweetheart. Truly a fairy tale love!”

    “Mr. King and Miss Lambert, a wless pair! Best wishes for an early addition to the family.”

    The entire inte showered blessings and envy on Marcelo and vian’s rtionship.

    Renee found it ludicrous.

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

    She wasn’t taken aback by these unfolding events.

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    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 entertainmentpany dares interfere with these individuals unless someone is orchestrating things behind the scenes.

    A sudden realization hit Renee, she should have answered that cal

    Perhaps it was Marcelo calling to discuss a potential divorce.

    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 specte about her rtionship and thanking them for their well–wishes.

    Her choice of words, however, misleadingly suggested a romance with Marcelo, particrly 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 rxed yet deliberate. He rarely stood this way unless he felt

    uneasyb. /b

    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 imed 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.”