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hapter 197 Cleared the rumors

Chapter 197 Cleared the rumors

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The photo left Vivian speechless, her anxiety palpable. Her heart pounded as she gripped the photograph, her

fingers trembling so much that the edges crumpled under the pressure.

Marcelo had tasked Wyatt with uncovering the origins of the rumo, leading to the discovery of Vivian's

involvement.

Given her unique status, Wyatt approached the situation with caution, seeking guidance. “Marcelo, how should

we proceed?” Marcelo decided, “Issue a denial on KM Group's official T*****r, No, better yet, I'll handle it

personally. Set up a new account for me.”

He intended to set the record straight under his own name, marking a departure from his usual preference for

traditional communication methods.

Wyatt nodded, a hint of surprise on his face at Marcelo’s modern approach, and left to carry out the instructions.

The lounge, a modest space of 20 square meters, becthe backdrop for a tense moment between Marcelo

and Vivian. Vivian's anxiety mounted under his silent gaze, feeling as though she was on trial.

“Marcelo, the woman behind this is a friend who's supportedin the past. She thought sshocking news

would draw attention and asked for my help, so I... | helped her,” she stammered between sobs.

“Marcelo, | realize now how disruptive my actions were. I'm sorry if they've upset you,” she pleaded, hoping for

his understanding.

Marcelo, growing weary of her excuses yet maintaining a calm demeanor, interrupted, “Vivian, I'm not angry at

you.”

His reassurance caught her off guard.

“Really?” she inquired, a flicker of hope in her eyes.

“Yes,” he confirmed, “but Renee is angry at me.”

Vivian's brief relief was shattered by this revelation, leaving her momentarily frozen.

Was Marcelo confronting her because Renee had expressed her displeasure to him?

“Marcelo, you've always been indifferent to gossip. Even when rumors of us circulated, you paid them no mind. |

assumed this wouldn't bother you either.” She tried to pin the problem on his unexpected reaction, aiming to

absolve herself of guilt.

Marcelo, in search of a brief escape from the tension, lit a cigarette Previously, he'd dismissed rumors as

harmless, but this recent one had driven a wedge between him and Renee.

“Vivian, I've told you countless times: Renee is my wife.” His statement hinted at the importance of considering

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Renee's feelings.

Guilt surfaced on Vivian's tear-streaked face. “I'm sorry. | didn’t think it through. I'll apologize to Miss Gordon.”

He corrected her firmly, “If you seeas your brother, then Rene is your sister-in-law. You should address her

as my wite or as ‘Mrs. King‘.”

Vivian resisted, her emotions spilling over. “No, | can’t...”

The idea of showing respect to someone she viewed as a rival in love repulsed her.

Marcelo’s tone hardened. “Follow my instructions, lest you forget who Renee really is to me.”

Vivian, amidst her tears, acquiesced. “Marcelo, it won't happen again.”

Before Vivian could utter another word, he was gone from the lounge. She found herself collapsing to the floor,

overwhelmed by a sense of despair. Why did things have to take such a dire turn?

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Wyatt approached Marcelo with a phone in hand. “Look! I've set up a new T*** the device to Marcelo, who

nodded his thanks and began to navigate the unfamiliar digital landscape with a hint of reluctance. r account for

you,” he announced, offering The bright colors and myriad icons on the screen made Marcelo futrow his brow in

confusion.

Wyatt, sensing an opportunity, encouraged him, “Marcelo, the intecan be quite the resource. Why not

explore a bit?” As Wyatt showed him how to post online, Marcelo responded with lack of enthusiasm, “I’m not

really interested.”

But when Wyatt mentioned that Renee beca topic of conversation on T****#r, Marcelo’s attention

sharpened, and he paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

Wyatt watched, convinced that this might spark Marcelo’s interest in the platform.

When he refreshed the page, a new post appeared, clear and direct “Marcelo King: ‘l am married. My wife's

surnis Hudson.’

Wyatt couldn’t hide his smile, believing this straightforward declaration might just make Marcelo a more

engaged participant in the digital world.

Today marked Renee's second lecture at Bellbanks University. The classroom was again packed with students.

When Renee entered the room, she found that the students were chatting excitedly.

She didn’t pay much attention to it until a student approached her and asked, “Miss Hudson, can | see your

hands?”

Confused, Renee raised her hands.

“Alas, she doesn’t have it!” The student was disappointed.

“I don’t have what?” asked Renee, creasing her brow.

“The ring! The CEO of KM Group officially declared last night that he is married. He said that his wife's surname

is Hudson, and your surnhappens to be the same, right? But you don’t have a wedding ring on your finger,

so it’s not you.”

“What...official announcement?” Renee was flummoxed.

“Haven't you checked T**+*xr?”

Last night, after watching Vivian's livestream, Renee had tossed her phone aside in disgust.

Sarah was busy preparing for the auction, so neither of them checked T#**#*r,

Renee touched the diamond ring around her neck, feeling its cool metal against her skin, as her heart began to

race, thumping loudly inside her chest.

The student’s words resounded in her mind, “His wife's surnHudson.”

This shocking news made it very hard for Renee to concentrate for the rest of the class.

She didn’t check her phone until the last class ended.

When she finally looked at the phone, she found that her W***** p was inundated with messages.

Almost all the rich, young people in her circle had messaged her.

Everyone wanted to know the sthing. All the messages contained a screenshot of Marcelo’s T***+*r/post and

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