Chapter 593:

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In Livbon, Vivian flung her phone to the floor, her eyes blazing with fury.

Why would Renee refuse?

And Marcelo, too.

Vivian was livid. Marcelo knew how close she had been to Sebastian, how many times she had met him in private—yet he still hadn’t come to her with a single question about Sebastian’s mysterious death.

𝘠𝗼𝘶𝘳 𝖽𝘢і𝘭у 𝘥o𝗌e о𝖿 𝗇ovе𝗹𝘀 o𝘯 g𝘢𝗹𝗇𝗈𝘷𝗲𝗅𝗌.𝘤𝗈𝗆

She was certain Marcelo had already realized she knew something.

And yet, he hadn’t reached out at all.

He didn’t even seem interested in calling her.

Vivian stared at the psychological report she had taken from the safe, her fingers twitching with the urge to rip it apart.

The words were mercilessly clear.

“Sebastian King: severe depression.”

Meanwhile, KM Group’s stock continued to nosedive, forcing several partnerships to pause as more and more associates adopted a cautious stance.

“How can KM Group’s board not force a CEO replacement after a scandal like this?” Gary muttered.

Andrew frowned, thinking aloud. “Dad… could it be that Marcelo holds the largest stake in KM Group?”

If Marcelo truly held ultimate control, it would explain how firmly he could keep his position.

Gary’s expression darkened even further at the thought.

Even though Marcelo had told her to ignore it, Renee couldn’t get it out of her head. Memories resurfaced—how Marcelo had once controlled the narrative when she had been caught in her own controversies.

Public opinion…

Wasn’t it just another tool—something that could be guided and weaponized?

On the way back to the mansion, Renee secretly snapped a photo of Marcelo from behind, then reached out to a few contacts.

Before long, her followers saw a new post on her social media.

She tweeted, “Just finished teaching. Heading home now!”

The photo showed a man’s silhouette—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs—walking with an air of detached elegance while holding a woman’s handbag.

He was carrying Renee’s bag.

With that unmistakable presence, Marcelo was easy to recognize even from the back.

Renee’s post answered countless questions before anyone could even ask them.

Divorce?

Impossible.

She was going home with him.

“Taking pictures of me?” Marcelo caught on immediately.

Renee slipped her phone into her pocket and grinned. “As Mrs. King, can’t I take a few photos of my husband?”

Sunlight lit up her smile, bright and dazzling. Marcelo stepped closer and kissed her cheek.

“Of course you can.”

Online reactions flooded in.

“With Marcelo’s money, why would Renee ever divorce him?”

“I saw a report today saying Renee believes in her husband. Funny—doesn’t her post make it obvious?”

“Renee looks completely lovestruck. Unbelievable!”

“So the rich can just ignore the law?”

As the online arguments intensified, Katharine, who was attending a financial event that day, spoke to the media.

“Mr. King’s situation? I’ve heard about it,” she said coolly. “I’m just curious—does our country’s law allow the public to spread rumors about a homicide case? Without official evidence, isn’t that just hearsay?”

During another interview, Marvin, heir to the Hill family, was asked about their cooperation with KM Group. He responded evenly, “Our partnership with KM isn’t terminating. And it has nothing to do with my friendship with Marcelo,” Marvin continued. “Anyone who understands the situation knows our cooperation isn’t personal.”

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