Chapter <b>209 </b>By <b>his </b><b>actions </b>
Sarah, dressed in her elegant gown<b>, </b>captured the spotlight, her presence undeniable amidst the ongoing drama.
Before she even arrived, her voice cut through, “Alma, perhaps it’s time to broaden <b>your </b>knowledge. Ever wondered about the value of Renee working as a personal stylist? She has ways to earn money beyond <b>that</b>.”
Marcelo picked up on the stress Sarah ced on “beyond that.”
After all, owning the Rich bar and being the boss of a celebrated designer like Freddy<b>, </b>Renee’s role as a stylist seemed to be less about making money and more about spending it.
Quincy caught sight of Sarah standing before him, momentarily lost in thought.
It had been ages since he was this near to her.
She seemed much slimmer, and the youthful vibrancy she once had was gone.
<b>Now</b>, there was an enchanting depth in her eyes.
“Sarah, is it so hard for you to show a little respect?” Alma said, unable to hide her irritation.
“When Mr. Rollins meddled with Sarah’s auction, was he familiar with the concept of respect?” Renee
shot back.
The atmosphere was tense, ready to ignite at any moment.
A flicker of shame and regret passed over Quincy’s face.
He had hoped…Hoped that this would bring Sarah to confront him in private.
Hoping she would seek him out meant hoping for a connection.
Yet, she didn’t.
Sarah didn’t even give him a second nce.
To her, he was just another face in the crowd.
Marcelo yed with the ck card Renee had handed back, ignoring her harsh words at Quincy and
Alma<b>. </b>
Everyone was too shocked to speak.
<b>Not </b>just because of the significant amount Renee had casually disyed, but also due to the exquisite pink diamond ring adorning her right ring finger as she signed the check. And there was a matching ring
<b>on </b>Marcelo’s left hand<b>! </b>
“Miss Hudson, that ring…It’s beautiful.” The person who spoke wanted to ask if <b>it </b>was indeed a wedding ring with Marcelo, but hesitated because if it wasn’t<b>, </b>things could get quite awkward.
Before Renee could answer<b>, </b>Marcelo said,
“Thank <b>you</b>, I appreciate yourpliment.”
These words left much unsaid.
“Mr. King, have your legs healedpletely? That’s wonderful news!” another person cut in, his eyes darting between Renee and Marcelo’s intertwined hands.
Marcelo answered with a smile, “All thanks to my wife.”
Hearing that, Renee was confused.
What had she contributed<b>? </b>
How was she involved?
His mention of “my wife” caught the attention of others.
He finally acknowledged his rtionship with Renee!
It was loud and clear for all to hear!
They were a married couple!
Renee was Marcelo’s wife!
Just as the crowd was processing this, the waiter who had Renee’s check returned.
“Miss Hudson, the charge for your purchases has been settled by our boss. We appreciate your trust in our
auction house,” he said, handing back her check.
<b>“</b>Your boss, Mr. Hopkins, is not familiar with my wife,” Marcelo said, his brow furrowed.
The waiter corrected him and said,
“Actually, Mr. Hopkins isn’t our boss anymore; the auction house weed a new boss just yesterday.<b>” </b>
“Who is the new boss?” Renee asked, visibly baffled.
Who would part with hundreds of millions of dors, which was not a small amount?
The waiter answered, “I haven’t met him.”
“I’m unfamiliar with him. If <b>your </bpany declines my check, I’d rather not take the auction items,”
Renee said.
Chapter 209 By his actions
Her refusal seemed to be anticipated <b>by </b>the waiter.
<b>“</b>Our boss mentioned that <b>you </b>once guided him, shielding him from getting lost in the cold wind. He values his life immensely<b>; </b>thus, hundreds of millions of dors is a modest gesture of his thanks.<b>” </b>
The waiter’s words gave Renee <b>a </b>clue as to who their new boss was. It had to be Kristopher<b>! </b>
The thought of Kristopher in the wheelchair being pushed by a world–renowned heart surgeon struck Renee immediately!
Well, the idea of receiving hundreds of millions of dors as a token of appreciation was incredible to Renee.
Kristopher seemed prideful and stubborn, but somehow not irritating.
Marcelo noticed the hint of a smile in Renee’s eyes and clenched his teeth.
“Miss Hudson, our boss hopes you have a good life.” The waiter handed the check to her again. Renee smiled and said,
“Please thank Mr. Wright on my behalf.”
People nearby exchanged nces.
In their entire social circle, no family named Wright was known for being thisvish!
Sarah needed to talk to the auction house, so after a brief conversation with Renee, she headed backstage.
As soon as Sarah finished her work and left the office, she noticed a man dressed in a suit and leather shoes waiting outside.
Sarah chose to ignore him and walked away.
“Sarah!” Quincy called after her.
<b>“</b>If you lost your way, maybe you should ask the waiter for help.” Sarah didn’t feel like talking to Quincy.” Or perhaps I’ll just get Alma on the line.”
“Who’s the guy who’s been courting youtely<b>?</b>” Quincy inquired.
“Why don’t <b>you </b>take a guess?” Sarah smiled.
She was somewhat amused.
Did Quincy realize there was a man in her <b>life </b>but hadn’t figured out it was Marvin?
Marvin’s skills were impressive, as he managed to keep others from discovering his identity!
Quincy<b>, </b>holding a cigarette, looked noticeably annoyed.
Chapter 209 By his actions
He told her, <b>“</b>Sarah, your family may be broke, but the money and trust fund your dad left <b>you </b>is something a lot <b>of </b>guys <b>would </b><b>covet</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
<b>“</b>Quincy<b>, </b>why do <b>you </b>sound like <b>you’re </b><b>concerned </b>about me<b>?</b><b>” </b>Her expression turned frosty<b>. </b><b>“</b><b>You </b>only started dating me because I looked a bit like Alma<b>, </b>right? The idea of just being a substitute for Alma disgusts me! <b>Your </b>actions led <b>to </b>my family’s ruin, and my father was driven into the river by his debtors… Quincy<b>, </b><b>you’re </b>fortunate to live in a society governed by strictws!”
She would have taken matters into her own hands if it were up to her!
“I didn’t <b>realize</b><b>…</b>”
“Quincy.”
A deep, rich male voice cut Quincy off.
Sarah knew who it was instantly, her heart leaping before she even saw him.
She turned around.
Marvin, with a suit jacket over his arm, walked over.
“Marvin, why are you here?” Quincy was taken aback to see Marvin at the auction, especially since Marvin had never shown any interest in such events before.
“I heard rumors that the Hill family might be getting into the auction scene, so I thought I’d check it out. The Rollins family<b>, </b>on the other hand, stays away from auctions,” Marvinmented, making a clear line between the two families. His words almost bluntly highlighted how Quincy<b>, </b>a Hill, seemed to be
trying to have control over both the Hill and Rollins families.
“Marvin, you worry too much. I came here because of Alma,” Quincy replied.
<b>“</b>That’s good. Now that you’re about to marry her, it’s better to keep your distance from your ex–girlfriend,
“Marvin advised.
The mention of “ex–girlfriend” made Quincy squirm, but Marvin was speaking the truth.
Sarah couldn’t resist giving Marvin another look.
If she hadn’t known for the fact that Marvin had spent a month crashing on her couch and had once kissed her without permission, she might have doubted she ever really knew him.
He was doing a great job <b>of </b>acting like a stranger, not once looking her way.
While Sarah was lost in thought, a silver<b>–</b>gray suit jacket was suddenly in her hands.
She looked up <b>at </b>Marvin, confused by his actions.
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