Chapter <b>133 </b>Future Mrs King


    “Mr. King,perhaps I shoulde byter?” the treasurer suggested.


    “You’re free to speak now,” said Marcelo.


    Renee blinked, carrying the flowers, and announced, “I’ll wait for you outside.”


    Recognizing the treasurer’s involvement with critical financial data, Renee deemed it prudent to steer clear of


    their discussion.


    “Take a seat. I still have an hour left before I finish work.“Marcelo’s gestured with a lift of his chin toward the,


    sofa.


    Observing Marcelo’sck of caution toward Renee and a hint of impatience regarding the work report, the treasurer hastened to provide a swift overview of the work situation.


    As he prepared to leave, a sudden recollection struck the treasurer. “Mr. King, employees from other departments mentioned you inquiring about young people’s New Year celebrations. My child is too young for reference, but my niece, a college student, typically spends New Year at the cinema with friends.” 1


    Renee was left speechless. Marcelo was also left without words.


    As soon as the treasurer walked out of the office, he promptly informed his colleagues, “Thedy Mr. King kissed before is in his office! She even held a sizable bouquet of red roses.”


    They asked Luke,excitedly, “Is she the future Mrs. King?”


    If the first instance was merely a rumor and the second a coincidence…


    Having observed numerous instances, it became evident that something intimate lingered between the two. If she wasn’t Marcelo’s partner, they would find it hard to believe


    Luke stayed silent.


    In this situation, ying dead was the only option for him.


    Luke resisted the urge to tell them that she was not the future Mrs. King, as she was already married to Marcelo.


    Once the treasurer departed, Renee regarded Marcefo with curiosity and burst intoughter. “Inquiring about New Year celebrations? Why the sudden interest?”


    Renee questioned, finding it peculiar that Marcelo was aware of New Year flower customs.


    “He misunderstood, “Marcelo denied.


    The idea that he inquired with his subordinates about celebrating the New Year and made special preparations to apany Renee was absurd!


    He had officially turned into a lovesick puppy.


    He used to be as hard as a rock.


    Imprable!


    But this woman keeps prating him.


    “Really?” Grasping the bouquet, Renee approached the desk, smiling as she remarked to Marcelo, “Yet Anna was


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    unaware of my visit. How could she arrange the flowers?”


    Wearing a stern expression, Marcelo fixed his gaze on Renee for a moment before resuming his work. “Renee, if you interrupt me once more, I won’t be able to finish work in an hour. It’ll hinder our New Year celebrations!”


    Opting not to argue, Renee recognized the gradual change required in dealing with this stubborn man.


    Forty minutester, Marcelo concluded his work early once more.


    En route, they encountered no one, as other employees remained engaged in overtime while Marcelo treated himself to an early holiday.


    “Where are we going?” Renee asked.


    She assumed the driver’s seat when Marcelo decided against Luke driving.


    Marcelo said, “Dove Ind Bar.”


    “What’s our n there?” Renee inquired, her confusion evident as she consulted the navigation for Dove Ind.


    “Your surprise awaits you there.”


    “What?”


    Wasn’t the venue booked by Andrew today?


    Renee struggled to conceive of what else might be arranged!


    They soon arrived at the Dove Ind Bar.


    The atmosphere was particrly vibrant today, fueled by two factors. First, there was an annual New Year’s event scheduled for tonight, and second, Andrew had reserved the entire bar, granting ess to everyone.


    At the bar entrance, Renee noticed numerous luxury cars, and inside, she recognized several familiar faces, individuals either close friends of Andrew or seeking to ingratiate themselves with him.


    Guiding Renee,Marcelo led her to a private room on the second floor.


    Unlike the previous third–floor private room, this one offered a different vantage point. The French windows provided views of both the first–floor stage and the bustling crowd below.


    On the stage, the DJ fine–tuned the sound, while a colossal screen behind disyed a captivating concept animation.


    Positioned at the center of the booth, Andrew sat alongside a festively attired Catherine.


    Numerous individuals approached Andrew, offering greetings with raised wine sses.


    A contented smile adorned Andrew’s face, exuding pride, while Catherine shared in the evident satisfaction.


    Apparently, thepliments from these individuals pertained to Andrew’s collection of honorary certificates.


    “What’s the reason for bringing me here?” Renee sought rification, perplexed by Marcelo’s intentions.


    “Patience. Watch and observe,” Marcelo directed, gesturing toward the expansive screen by the French window.


    Meanwhile, in the first–floor hall…


    “Mr. King, you’re outstanding! A true role model!”


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    “Mr. King, can you disy your certificates? We’ll be your followers henceforth.”


    “Mr. King, you’ve always maintained a low profile. You are a Crestmont University graduate!” Sporting a sly smile, Andrew remarked, “During this period, there’s been a trend in our circle to apud the academic elite. So, naturally, I’ve joined in.”


    The implication behind Andrew’s words was clear even to those less astute.


    Renee had been extensively praised during this period of time.


    Rumor had it that during Andrew’s visit to Bellbanks University’s anniversary, where he intended to challenge Renee, he faced humiliation from the students. It was evident he sought to reim his dignity and mock Renee.


    Catherine smiled andmented, “Andrew initially didn’t intend to be so conspicuous, but someone else was excessively unting.”


    Of course, Catherine alluded to Renee.


    Two women exchanged eye rolls at Catherine’sment. One whispered, “Renee has excelled academically since childhood. She’s never unted anything. Even if Renee were to boast, it’s unrted to Catherine.”


    “Hush! Be cautious not to be overheard.Catherine is Andrew’s girlfriend now.”


    “Personally, I think Andrew and Renee make a better couple. Two academic elites are morepatible.”


    Amidst the crowd, Andrewughed joyfully, his eyes betraying undisguised satisfaction.


    Renee, in his eyes, was no elite at all. True elites were individuals like him. After all,Crestmond University graduates had international des.


    Initially, he anticipated Renee groveling at his feet, but she scorned him.


    Eventually, he discovered that Renee was more captivating and intriguing than he had imagined, yet her loyalty remained solely with the disabled Marcelo.


    If Renee were aware of his aplishments, she might regret choosing Marcelo.


    After all, he had be disabled in a car ident at the age of seventeen. How could he have achieved such sess?


    As Andrew basked in self–adtion, the massive screen behind the DJ underwent a sudden transformation.


    Shots of the documents were shed on the screen.


    Everyone instinctively looked over, then went on to watch with rapt attention as the facts unfolded before their


    eyes.


    “So, Andrew’s admission to Crestmont University was basically fraudulent? Not only did the King family sponsor the construction of a new building, they even donated antique calligraphy pieces and paintings! The King family sure has money to burn.”


    “It’s quite impressive that even his thesis papers for both the undergraduate and master’s degrees werepleted by others!”


    “What’s more, his participation in several internationalpetitions resulted in team awards where the main members were all top–notch. He merely rode on their coattails without making a significant individual contribution!”


    “Oh, my God, I need to tell my dad about this. He should have forked out more money so I didn’t have to study in a


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    no–name university abroad!”


    “Wait, are these even real? Maybe they’re fake?”


    “How can these be fake? Look, even the sponsorship certificates have Crestmont University’s seal on them. Do you think those can be easily forged?”


    “Wow, all these revtions are shocking, and they’re still keeping the party going? Their vanity knows no bounds.


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    “What the hell is that Andrew thinking? How can he show off so tantly when he couldn’t even cover all his bases?”


    “Ah, where is Andrew? I’d like to know what he thinks of this.<b>” </b>


    “Andrew, this…“Catherine began, utterly dumbfounded by what was happening. The guests‘ criticisms and mockery kepting from all sides.


    “What the hell?!“Andrew jumped to his feet and roared at the top of his lungs.


    “Turn it off! Shut that damn thing off right this instant!“.


    But the waiters were just as clueless as to how the pictures came on the screen.


    Seeing that no one was making a move to follow hismand, Andrew pushed through the guests and stormed over to the DJ booth. He grabbed the DJ by the cor and screamed at the man’s face. “Hurry up! Turn that thing off or I’m going to kill you!”


    “Sir, this… I’m only in charge of the music!” The DJ was shaking in a mix of shock and fear.