Chapter 116 Surge of anger
<b>Chapter </b><b>116 </b><b>Surge </b><b>of </b><b>anger </b>
“Hey!” <b>Renee </b>eximed, startled. Losjúg her bnce, she instinctively clung to his neck, saying, “What <i>are </i>you doing? Put me
down.”
Marcelo, with lips tightly pressed<b>, </b>carried her upstairs in his arms
<b>He </b>cast his gaze downward slightly, his dark eyes brimming with dangerous intensity. At that moment, Renee felt as though she was facing a daunting challenge.
She seemed to have gone too far.
“Let go of me. A lot of eyes are on us right now!“Renee gently tapped his shoulder and whispered. The servants in the vicinity acted as if they were both blind and deaf, cautious not to reveal their presence to Marcelo.
In contrast, only Chad could afford to watch the unfolding drama with a smile.
“I thought you weren’t concerned about being seen.“Marcelo carried Renee steadily upstairs.
Renee sighed inwardly. Come on, she was just making fun of him. Yet, he seemed to be preparing to teach her a lesson.
Without any hesitation, Renee shifted the me and said, “Freddy was the one who said that. Not me.”
But it didn’t work.
Sporting a wicked grin,Marcelo carried her in one arm while deftly swinging the door open using his other hand. They stepped into the bedroom, and he sealed the door shut with a casual nudge from his foot.
Thrown onto the bed by Marcelo, Renee quickly conceded, “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have teased you. Calm down<b>, </b>okay?”
Marcelo slowly loosened his tie. “I am not being impulsive.”
He did look very calm now.
But this was the calm before the storm.
Sensing a tingling sensation in her scalp, Renee rested her palms on the bed and sat upright. “Marcelo, Freddy mentioned not inviting you to dinner again, or he might entertain other offers. That’s why I brought it up so casually. I just hope that you won’t frighten him.”
“If he entertains other offers, I’ll hunt down a superior designer for you.“He began to unbutton his shirt.
As Reneey on the bed, she observed the unfolding scene with a sense of excitement.
“Marcelo, I have the school anniversary to attend tomorrow. I can’t be too worn out.”
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have sex with him right now but once they started, they always go so many rounds because they always wanted more of each other.
School anniversary?
It was only at that moment that Marcelo recalled this.
“It doesn’t matter.“Marcelo assured her as he knelt on the bed, saying, “You don’t need to dress formally for the anniversary.
Renee was speechless.
She regretted allowing Marcelo to see the elegantly wrapped long dress she had prepared for the asion tomorrow.
The anniversary ceremony began at half past nine so he felt they had plenty of time tonight.
The next morning, Renee had to wake up at seven o’clock, get ready, and head out early.
anger
However<b>, </b><b>as </b>soon as she changed into her clothes, she noticed a highly noticeable hickey on the <b>side </b>of her neck.
It was from Marcelo’s hickeyst night.
Renee was still feeling irritable in the morning, and when she spotted the hickey, her frustration intensified. Consequently, when Marcelo sensed her sudden change in mood and turned towards her, she shot him an angry re.
“Marcelo, you’re so annoying.“Renee had to step into the changing room and pick out another elegant high–neck <b>dress</b>.
and gently smoothed her long hair. <b>“</b>Why are
Despite being scolded without reason, Marcelo didn’t get upset. He approached you so irritated in the morning?”
“Try going to bed at three in the morning and waking up at seven Renee shot back.
He raised an eyebrow in response.
It was only then that Renee realized that Marcelo indeed sleptter than her because he had bathed her first and put her <b>to </b>sleep. He also woke up at six in the morning for a run before returning to shower and change. “You are truly exceptional for not needing to sleep, but I am not like you!”
Renee couldn’t help butin as she grabbed a beige turtleneck sweater and a skirt that reached mid–length from her wardrobe. Shepleted the look by adding a soft cashmere jacket
“Sleep?“Marcelo’s mouth curled into a sly smile as he asked, “<b>Is </b>that a noun or a verb?”
Renee’s anger intensified. “I should really let everyone outside to see just how silly Mr. King from the KM Group can be.”
– The University’s anniversary celebration was truly magnificent. Distinguished alumni, now presidents ofpanies and renowned figures in the industry returned to their alma mater. Additionally, there were high–ranking officials from the Ministry of Education in attendance.
Renee upied a front–row seat while others gradually filled the seats around her.
However, the central seat in the first row remained noticeable unupied. This particr seat was intentionally kept empty in recognition of a generous patron who had made a substantial donation to support the renovation of the technology building and library.
Not long after Renee took her seat, she suddenly spotted a familiar figure in the audience.
It was Andrew.
He wasn’t a student at the University, so why
Vas he present?
At half past nine, the ceremony began on time.
On the stage, two male and two female hosts emerged, delivering their opening remarks.
They expressed their admiration for the entire institution and extended their gratitude to the honored guests.
Renee furrowed her brow and directed her gaze towards one of the female hosts on the stage.
It was Catherine
Catherine had just started her freshman year at the University, and she wasn’t even studying broadcasting.
So, how had she ended up as one of the hosts?
Unless someone orchestrated Catherine being in this role.
Catherine quickly spotted Renee in the audience and shed a meaningful smile.
Andrew had entered <b>the </b>event with an invitation from Catherine’s family.Catherine had informed Andrew that Renee <b>was </b>
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representing the alumni.
To Catherine’s surprise,Andrew responded disdainfully, “She doesn’t deserve it.”
Catherine had been anxious that Andrew might rekindle his feelings for Renee, but now she realized that Renee had already provoked Andrew.
Renee would not have a good day today.
Renee was the final graduate to address the gathering.
Typically, speeches at such events were standard fare, effective as long as the speaker had meaningful content and remained poised, delivering without reliance on notes.
As Renee concluded her address and was about to leave the stage amid apuse, an unexpected male voice emerged from the crowd.
“I’ve got a question for this alumna.”
At the University, a culture of freedom and equality encouraged posing questions to fellow students after their speeches.
Andrew rose to his feet and inquired, “Seven graduates spoke today, all distinguished in their fields, except for our most recent graduate here. Renee, do you truly believe you deserve to stand here and represent other graduates as a distinguished alumna?”
Andrew, who had faced embarrassment at Renee’s hands numerous times, was intent on making her feel humiliated now.
Catherine, watching from backstage, couldn’t suppress a grin.
In the audience,Andrew had a self–satisfied smirk on his face.
The room fell into a hushed silence, followed by a murmur of whispers.
Suddenly, the door to the venue opened quietly.
The president walked in, apanied by a man. A member of the student union swiftly moved a vacant chair, and a wheelchair smoothly glided into the now–empty space,ing to a stop.
The person seated in the wheelchair was Marcelo, the same Marcelo who had told Renee just two hours earlier about a meeting at hispany.
Renee stared at him, her eyes wide with surprise.
Could it be that Marcelo was the one who donated money to the school?
That would exin how he managed to get the school’s security to escort her off the premisesst time.
“Renee, you still haven’t answered my question, “Andrew stated, trying to appear righteous yet hinting at something else. “A true representative of the graduates must be capable and deserving. We’re all waiting for your exnation. The school is a ce of honor, not a tool for gaining wealth or connections.”
His words almost directly used Renee of seeking fame through dishonest means.
She felt a surge of anger.
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