Chapter <b>96 </b><b>Stop </b><b>hitting </b>him


    “Besides, I’m not wearing a mask. You just said I was your wife in the video…“Renee wanted to say something but stopped herself.


    He had just dered that she was his wife. If the Youtuber decided to share the video online, there was a chance that someone within their social circle mighte across


    Marcelo, with his eyes lowered, asked, “You don’t want people to know about our marriage?”


    In the dim light of the night, he positioned himself against the glow, making it challenging for Renee to discern his facial features clearly.


    She thought he didn’t want that too.


    Lowering her head, she looked at the floor tiles and replied, “It might be more fitting to keep our marriage…a secret.”


    In this way, they wouldn’t receive too much attention.


    If they separatedter, it wouldn’t affect them too much.


    Marcelo stared at Renee for a moment, his face turning colder, and continued walking forward.


    He announced, “The video won’t be posted.”


    As she wished.


    “Oh.“Renee walked forward, quickly catching up with him. What do you want to eat?”


    “I don’t want to eat,” He replied.


    “That barbecue isn’t bad. I’ve had it with my colleagues,” She suggested, pointing to a nearby barbecue stall while holding his hand.


    “Dirty.”


    “Then…”


    “Renee?”


    A man’s voice interrupted her.


    Herman, wearing a peaked cap, was sitting at a barbecue stall’s table with some unfamiliar men. The table was scattered with skewers and empty beer bottles.


    Renee, pretending not to notice Herman, held Marcelo’s hand and walked in the opposite direction.


    “Stop, Renee.” Herman swiftly stepped forward, blocking her path.


    “Bitch, you spent the night with that sponsor, Mr. King the other day. Found yourself a different guy ronight?” Herman looked at Marcelo from head to toe arrogantly.


    “Hey. You’ve got a mask on. Are you a celebrity? Who are you? Renee, you’re hooking up with another man. Does Mr. King know about this?”


    Marcelo wasn’t just wearing a mask; he was also standing tall at nearly 6 feet. No one could link the guy before them to the sponsor who usually sat in a wheelchair.


    Herman’s face was as red as a tomato, and the smell of alcohol hit Renee <b>as </b>soon as he approached, making her


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    feel disgusted.


    “Herman, my personal life is none of your business. Please get out of the way!” She huffed.


    “Are you feeling guilty?” Herman smiled arrogantly. “Renee, I came from a wealthy and influential family. It’s your privilege that I requested you to sleep with me for a few nights. I showed you respect, but you gave me shit.”


    Marcelo’s expression grew darker.


    However, the drunk was unaware of the danger he was in.


    Pointing at Marcelo, Herman said, “Buddy, you have no idea, do you? The woman beside you is a hooker. She… Ah!


    Marcelo punched Herman<b>, </b>causing him to fall to the ground instantly. Blood spilled from the corner of Herman’s mouth.


    Marcelo, not finished, grabbed Herman by the cor and punched him again.


    It took Renee a few seconds to recover from the shock, and she quickly ran over.


    “Marcelo! Please, stop.” Holding onto his arm, Renee tried to hold him back, but she wasn’t strong enough. She kept persuading Marcelo, saying, “Stop hitting him. We’re in public. If the police arrive, you’ll have to reveal your identity. Think before you act.”


    It seemed Marcelo didn’t hear what she said. As Herman attempted to get up,he punched Herman again, leaving him unable to get up.


    Herman’s buddies suddenly sensed trouble and ran over to help Herman up.


    “Herman.”


    “Who the hell are you? What gives you the audacity toy a hand on Herman?”


    “You want to fight, don’t you? Bring it on.”


    Not wanting to make things worse, Renee said, “Herman, you’re an actor, I’m just an ordinary person. Think about this. If you want a fight, we’ll stand our ground and see it through.”


    Renee held Marcelo’s hand, worried that as she faced them, the tough guy beside her might throw another punch their way.


    Herman wasn’t beenpletely drunk yet. What Renee said made sense. He knew a public scandal could damage his reputation significantly.


    Sneering, he issued a threat. “Fine. You two just wait and see.”


    Walking away hand in hand with Marcelo, Renee said in disbelief, “He doesn’t even recognize you, yet he dares to threaten. What a fool.”


    Marcelo’s face was covered with coldness. His mood turned gloomy.


    “Calm down. He didn’t recognize you as Marcelo.” Sheforted him. She couldn’t help but look at him with doubt. “You always seem so calm, but today, you were ready to throw punches.”


    Marcelo nced at her.


    Did she think he reacted just because Herman offended him?


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    “Down this road, there’s a restaurant owned by the youngest Lee family member. It’s got a great atmosphere and delicious food. How about dinner there?” She suggested, changing the subject.


    Marcelo asked, “Who is it?”


    “It’s not important. Forget it.”


    It momentarily slipped her mind that Marcelo wasn’t interested in social circles. Following their meal, they returned to their hotel.


    Rebee decided to freshen up with a shower first.


    Meanwhile, Marcelo got a call from Luke.


    “Mr. King, the Youtuber won’t be sharing the short video of you and Mrs. King online.Also, Herman, the person you wanted me to look into, turns out to be the youngest son of a chief executive in a publicpany. He’s not the kind of person you’d want to associate with. He had an altercation with Mrs. King just this afternoon. He…”


    Marcelo, while puffing on his cigarette, listened to the entire story. Then, with a lift of his eyebrows, he inquired, “Didn’t he ask for me to deal with him?”


    “Well…“Luke had never met someone as foolish as this before.


    Herman shouldn’t have crossed his boss.


    Marcelo indeed had intentions to confront Herman. “Then get rid of him.”


    Renee,just stepping out of the bathroom, heard the end of Marcelo’s sentence. “Get rid of what?” she casually asked.


    “Just some trash.”


    The next morning, Renee woke up to her rm, feeling aches all over her body.


    Her skin was covered in marks left by Marcelo under the light quilt.


    The culprit had stayed upter than her the night before. Now, he was lounging on the sofa, browsing through his emails.


    While Renee struggled to open her sleepy eyes, he seemed quite lively.


    Feeling a bit annoyed, she grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him.


    Marcelo, as if he had eyes everywhere, caught the pillow effortlessly without even looking up.


    “Do you need help getting dressed?” He asked.