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However, as Marcelo thought more about the video, the image of Renee dancing in grand attire in front of a

multitude of people on the set crossed his mind. Many eyes were fixed on her during those moments.

Although he hadn't personally witnessed her dance, others had the privilege of doing so.

Thinking of this, he felt a sense of discontent.

Later that night, Renee received a picture message.

The image captured a moment from her dance earlier that day.

Initially, she was uncertain whether to be surprised about why Marcelo possessed this picture or that he had sent

her a message with an attached image.

She dialed his number.

The call connected promptly.

“Hello.”

Not having heard his voice for a few days, her heart raced a bit faster now.

“Why do you have a picture of my dance?” Renee inquired, “Did the director forward it to you?”

Instead of a direct answer, Marcelo stated, “Renee, you have never performed classical dance for me.”

She sensed an unexplained tinge of jealousy in his brief remark.

Why did she harbor such a perception?

“But | did perform jazz for you,” she retorted.

Moreover, who would engage in classical dance when there were more interesting things to do?

Dissatisfied, Marcelo responded, “You were coerced into dancing for me, and you were dressed casually.”

Renee found herself at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond to his somewhat ridiculous complaint.

Admitting she would dance for him as compensation in the future seemed too embarrassing for her.

Swiftly changing the topic,she asked, “Why don’t you have my W*+ktkp? Who still communicates through text

messages?”

Marcelo replied, “I don’t use W#**k+*p,_ | prefer direct calls.” He was implying that texting was Renee's

prerogative.

Expressing surprise, Renee questioned, “Who doesn’t use W*¥ +p nowadays?”

His tone turned grave as he asked, “Are you implying I'm outdated, Renee?”

She quickly shifted the conversation. “No, not at all. By the way, | still owe you a gift. I'll give it to you when you

return.”

“Did you design it yourself?” He inquired.

Renee was momentarily at a loss for words.

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Was it hér imagination, or did Marcelo seem to be comparing her gift to the tie she gave Wyatt earlier?

She affirmed, “Yes.”

“Okay.“Marcelo seemed content with the response.

Following the call, a number texted her on W***+p with a simple ‘Hello’

The contact’s nicknwas a period.

Slightly puzzled, Renee guessed it must be Marcelo so she saved his number.

She noticed that the account resembled a new and unfamiliar profile.

She messaged, “Marcelo?”

Then she received a simple answer: “Yeah.”

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Confirming it was indeed Marcelo, Renee couldn't help but find amusement in the fact that he swiftly registered

a new Wkxkxkxp account despite claiming not to have one.

Playfully, she typed, “I thought you didn’t use Wkktkkp,

He replied, “It’s ten o'clock. Aren’t you going to bed?”

Renee refrained from asking further.

She entertained the thought that Marcelo might not be in a mood to chat. The more she pondered the message,

the more she felt the urge to laugh, eventually rolling on the bed in amusement.

She typed, “Alright, good night.”

After sending the message, she recalled that it was still daytin London.

Before she could add more, Renee received a message from Marcelo: “Good night.”

Renee received the results of her YEAR submission three months prior. After wrapping up crew-related tasks, she

promptly flew to the neighboring city.

The YEAR stood as a prestigious visual competition in the fashion industry, serving as a benchmark for

excellence in fashion styling.

The award ceremony had yet to commence.

Initially planning to message Marcelo on W***+p, Renee decided it was more fitting to call him with the

competition results.

Eager to share the news, she wished to inform him that she had clinched the prestigious gold prize in YEAR,

becoming the youngest recipient of this professional award

While Renee had achieved more significant awards in the past, the excitement she felt no accomplishments.

urpassed those

Would Marcelo express admiration, or would he playfully ask, “Mrs. King, are you expecting a reward?”

She seized the opportunity and gave him a call. She waited for an extended period of time. When the call finally

connected, Renee said, “Hello, Marcelo, I...”

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“Hello? I'm sorry, but Marcelo doesn’t have his phone. May | ask who's calling? If there's a message, | can pass it

on,” a woman's voice on the phone explained.

A sudden chill ran through Renee’s veins, as if a bucket of icy water had been emptied over her head.

Stammering, Renee questioned, “Who...Who are you? Are you his assistant?”

She recalled Marcelo never allows others to answer his calls

He displayed possessiveness over his personal belongings, similar to his aversion to others entering his

bedroom.

The woman responded, “Sorry, | can’t disclose my identity, but I'm not his assistant.”

Her words carried a touch of caution.

The woman's demeanor resembled that of a hostess guarding against an unfamiliar caller. Suddenly, an absurd

speculation crossed Renee’s mind. It seemed Marcelo hadn't saved her phone number?

Her number appeared in his address book like that of a stranger?

If not, the woman on the other end of the call wouldn't ask who she was and why she was calling.

Marcelo couldn't even save her number on his phone?

Was that how little she meant to him?

Flustered, Renee uttered, “Sorry, wrong number,” before promptly ending the call.

Who was the woman who picked up the phone a moment ago?

Renee blinked her eyes, a slight soreness settling in. Her heart seemed to be silently stabbed, causing her

unspoken pain.

In that moment, the host announced, “Let's welcMiss Renee Hudson to the stage, the youngest recipient of

this year’s golden prize in visual arts.”

Renee quickly composed herself, managed a smile, and ascended the stage to accept her award. Following her

speech, the host left her alone on stage.

“Miss Hudson, as the youngest awardee in visual arts, you've garnered much attention. On behalf of everyone, |

must ask, what is your preference in men? There are many who'd like to meet you.”

Such a mix of professional and personal inquiries was typical in their circles.

Holding the microphone, Renee responded, “I appreciate the concern from my seniors and peers, but I'm taken.”

With that, she exited the stage.

Descending the stairs, she overheard whispered conversations.

“Renee’s taken? By who?”

“The fashion world’s buzzing lately. | heard Vivian's showcasing her work in London, with marcelo from KM Group

attending.”

“Marcelo?He rarely joins events that aren’t business-related. Now, he’s attending Vivian's exhibition? That's

strange.There must be something going on between them.

“They do seem like a good match.”

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Vivian.

It was that nagain.

The swoman was with him in Japan.Renee gulped.

Marcelo had given her his word to be faithful to her.

Did that mean nothing?

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