Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

Chapter 17

“Get her the bangs from the hall “Marcelo announced.

shocked to hear that. “But that belonged to your father. No one is allowed to touch it.

“Renee needs it give it to her

Jason was stunned

The banjo that belonged to Marcelo’s dad was off-limits but now he was allowing Renice okay it?

Jason knew that Renee and Marcelo’s marriage was arranged by his mother against his wishes.

He also knew his friend better than anyone.

Marcelo had never let anyone even a woman cclose to him.

But why was he softening towards Renee?

Could he be falling for her?

This was starting to get interesting.

The water promptly returned,banjo in hand and presented it to Renee

That's the one from the hall!” An onlooker immediately recognized the sacred banjo.

Just a short while ago,Catherine had taunted Renee asserting that the banjo in the hall was an antique meant for

display only

Now, as Renee took hold of it,Catherine’s smugness seemed to fade, replaced by a sense of being publicly

mocked

Catherine,masking her frustration with a forced smile,questioned the waiter.

“Isn’t that banjo usually off-limits to guests?

The walter nodded. “Usually it is.But the owner made an exception for Miss Renee, given her proficiency.”

The banjo,a prized possession overseen by Jason a titan in the entertainment industry, had never been lent out

despite numerous requests.

Why w

was Renee being given special treatment?Catherine burn with jealousy.

“Renee, do you seriously think you can play the banjo?Playing the banjo is no easy feat. Don’t overestimate your

abilities and bring more embarrassment to yourself. “Still upset that Renee was given the permission to play the

banjo,Catherine lashed out

Hanes barely glanced at Catherine then elegantly positioned the banjo on her lap her fingers gently touching the

strings.

The initial notes rang out clear and melodic capturing everyone's attention.

Her fingers danced swiftly across the strings, producing sounds as varied as gentle raindrops and soft whispers.

The music escalared, embodying the grandeur and intensity of a battle,overwhelming the audience.

A voice rang out from the crowed.

“My God!She’s playing “House of flying daggers!”

“House of flying daggers” was a renowned banjo composition, known for its complexity, layered melodies and

profound emotions.

Its execution demanded exceptional skill and rapid hand movements.

Yet, Renee performed it with ease, as though it were a mere warm-up exercise.

Her gaze lowered her features radiating perfection and elegance, a spectacle for eyes and ears,

The audience was only jolted back to reality when Renee handed the banjo back to the water and offered her

gratitude to him.

Even those not versed in music were captivated and enthralled by the quality of Renee’s performance

“Amazing!

“Absolutely beautiful!!

“Most talented lady I've ever seen!”

“She’s going to make a big nfor herself!!

The crowd showered praised on Renee while Grace and Rocco were left speechlessly embarrassed.

Once again, their adoptive daughter had overshadowed their own biological child.

Catherine and Grace's expressions darkened.

Since when did Renee play the banjo?

How was the able to play it that well?

ted the crowd and then thanks the water once again.

“Miss. Habun, your thanks should go to smer else Mr Jason is waiting for you!

“RENEE

Jason?

| was led to Jason who was clad in a sum.

He was standing outside the porch.

“I heard you got the banjo forthank you so much.”1 said, gratefully

Jason smirked and then replied. “You're thanking the wrong person

Ifrowned.confused.

*The banjo is your husband's. He gavethe permission to lend it to you.“Jason then gestured towards the

parking lot.“He’s over there.” My husband?

Marcela cto this event?

I couldn't believe it so | crawled

“My husband you mean, Marcelo?”

“Yeah, he’s here and 1 low about your marriage but | won't tell anyone

| suspect Jason's discretion had more to do with Marcelo’s instructions than his own will.

Our marriage hadn't been made public, making it a matter of confidentiality.

Approaching the parking lot | recognized a Maybuch particularly because of its customized license plate.

| saw Luke on the driver's seat and waved at him.

He seemed to inform Marcelo of my

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As it lowered Marcelo’s face cinto view.

His gaze was icy as usual.

“Here, stopping in front of a moving car?Do you have a death wish,”

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me

Why did Marcelo, despite his handsfeatures always speak so harshly?

I wish he was solter

| swallowed my complaints and stared at Marcelo for a moment.

Marcelo sat back his eyes closed as he let out.

“What do you want?”

“Thaveat

feeling that you were waiting for”

His eyes shot open and he glared at me.

“You wish.”

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| yet composed, took a deep breath.

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“So... “He drawled. “How do you plan to show your gratitude!!

| frowned “I just did 1 just thanked you,”

“Mere words are not enough” He snapped.

| bit my lower Hips

How should I thank him?

Cook him dinner?

Invite him to dinner?

Would he agree?