Chapter 148 Drive mine


    Chapter 148 Drive mine


    <b>Excited </b>murmurs from other girls in the cafe reached Rebee’s ears


    “Look at that guy, he’s so good–looking!”


    “Yes, handsome for sure, but there’s something intimidating about his eyes!”


    “He seems to be staring at our cafe. I wonder who he’s watching?”


    “Marcelo…” The name slipped from Renee’s lips without her even realizing.


    What was he doing here?


    Howard noticed where Renee was looking and saw Marcelo, furrowing his brows slightly.


    “Renee, did hee here for you?”


    “I’m not sure, “Renee answered, averting her eyes.


    She genuinely didn’t know. Shouldn’t he be with Vivian at this time?


    Or maybe Vivian was in the car with him?


    Marcelo had been informed by one of his people that Renee was at the school. Watching her sitting there,ughing with Howard, he felt a surge of unexined anger.


    When Renee looked at him and then calmly looked away, as if she didn’t even recognize him, he felt a pang of annoyance.


    She chatted with Howard, but pretended she didn’t know him?


    “Wee, can I help with…?”


    The waiter’s voice was cut off by the sound of approaching wheels.


    Renee nced down and first saw the wheelchair, then the stoic face of the man in it.


    “Why didn’t youe to find me when you got to thepany?“Marcelo’s expressionless face seemed intimidating.


    Renee struggled to follow his train of thought.


    He came in with a domineering air, as if ready for confrontation, yet his question was about why she hadn’t sought him out.


    “There was no need for that, “Renee responded, staying on point. “I handed my offer letter to Anna; she was supposed to give it to you.”


    “You mean there was no need for you toe to me, right?“Marcelo asked coldly, giving a scornfulugh and gesturing towards Howard. “But you needed to meet him?”


    “What are you talking about?“Renee couldn’t believe the wordsing out of Marcelo’s mouth. She rose to her feet, offering a quick apology to Howard.


    “Mr. King, Renee can choose who she meets. You should respect that.” Howard, feeling protective, positioned himself in front of her, staring down at Marcelo with a wary look.


    Respect?


    Marcelo found the concept almostughable.


    “Do you even know what she means to me?” he challenged Howard, who was not just any student, but aber of the influential Lee family.


    Their exchange had drawn the attention of other students in the vicinity.


    Chapter 148 Drive mine


    Howard seemed to struggle for words, then suggested, “Maybe we should take this conversation outside. We wouldn’t want to disturb others here.”


    Renee, trying to keep her anger in check and refusing to help Marcelo with his wheelchair, led the way out.


    Howard followed her, his voice low and firm. “Mr. King, it’s not right for a man to unt an unclear rtionship with a woman. It could damage her reputation.”


    They found a quiet spot outside, with nothing but the wind breaking the silence.


    “Unclear rtionship?“Marcelo echoed Howard’s words, a hint of defiance in his voice. “You are the one who is unclear about the truth. She is my wife.”


    Renee turned to him, her eyes wide with shock. Was he really acknowledging their marriage <i>so </i>openly? Didn’t he care about how this might affect Vivian?


    “She is your wife?” Howard, stunned and seeking rity, turned to Renee. “Renee, are you…”


    “Yes, we’re married, “She admitted, her eyes lowered to hide her inner turmoil. “Thanks for everything, Howard, especially the milk tea. You should head back to school. I wouldn’t want to hold you up.” She preferred him not to be tangled in her and Marcelo’splicated situation.


    Sensing her subtle hint, Howard agreed, “Alright, Renee. Remember, you can call me anytime if you need anything. Anywhere, anytime!”


    “Okay,“Renee replied softly.


    Marcelo, overhearing the exchange, couldn’t help but let out a bitterugh. Anytime, anywhere? The idea seemed absurd to him. Renee, not sparing Marcelo a nce, walked towards her car. Marcelo felt a surge of regret for his decision to pretend to be wheelchair–bound. Pretending to be simply unwell would have made it so much easier to chase after people!


    As Renee opened the driver’s side door of her car, the passenger door swung open too. Marcelo, still seated in his wheelchair, peered over the hood of the car, his eyes locking with her.


    “What do you want, Mr. King? I won’t give you a ride.“Renee stated firmly, making her stance clear from the get–go.


    Marcelo, clearly annoyed by her indifferent tone, asked, “What’s your n?” The thought of her meeting with a junior and arranging future phone calls right in front of him was frustrating.


    “Can’t you tell? I’m about to drive, “Renee retorted. She added sarcastically, “Do you need me to book an eye appointment for you, Mr. King?”


    “Get in my car,” Marcelo demanded, his voice unwavering.


    “I don’t want to.“Renee, however, had no intention ofplying. It was unusual for her to be this dismissive towards someone, and even though she tried to remain polite, her frustration was evident.


    Marcelo nced at his driver and gave a subtle nod. The driver understood immediately, got out of the car, and approached them. “Take my wife’s car back, “Marcelo instructed.


    “This is my car! You don’t have the right to decide that!“Renee argued, her face showing clear resistance. She was not in the mood to tolerate his domineering attitude.


    Marcelo, visibly irritated by her defiance, wheeled himself back to his Maybach. In a smooth and rapid motion, he opened the door, shifted himself inside, and sat in the driver’s seat. The Maybach jerked into motion. It elerated effortlessly.


    Suddenly, there was a loud bang.


    The Maybach had collided with Renee’s Audi, the impact deforming its rear and causing white smoke to billow out.


    However, the Maybach remainedrgely undamaged, a testament to its superior build.


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    Marcelo and Renee’s eyes met through the windshield.


    Renee was in shock. Had Marcelo lost his mind?


    “What is wrong with you,Marcelo?” she asked, storming towards him in anger.


    Marcelo slid over to the passenger seat. “Sorry, I didn’t see your car there. My driver will handle your car’s repairs. You drive mine,” he said, as if granting a favor.


    Meanwhile, Andrew was waiting for Catherine in his Ferrari, smoking a cigarette. As Catherine entered the car, he inquired, “Is everything settled?”


    Tears filled Catherine’s eyes as she shook her head, portraying herself as a victim to Andrew.


    “Renee is so ungrateful. She must be happy about the school’s decision against me. I didn’t think she could be so cruel…”


    Andrew’s expression turned grim.


    Realizing he wasn’tforting her, Catherine felt a sense of foreboding. “Andrew, you…” she began, but Andrew cut her off.


    “Let’s break up,” he said, his voice firm and ovepping with hers.