Chapter 218 Honey, What a Coincidence
"What do we do now?" Panic crept into Calvin's voice as he faced the unexpected predicament.
Reese pondered for a moment. "Here's the plan. You leave first, and I'll stay behind."
Calvin's eyes widened in disbelief. "If you stay, what's gonna happen to you, Reese?"
"If we're both caught here, that'll be the real trouble. Wait a minute, you do this..."
Reese whispered a plan into Calvin's ear. He looked confused and half-convinced as he stared at her.
"Reese, are you sure this will work?"
"Don't you trust me?" She had once struggled to read Malcolm, but now she had a grip on his outward personality, enough to make an educated guess, even if his deeper traits remained hidden.
Calvin clarified, "It's not that I don't trust you. I'm just worried you might get trapped."
"There's no other way. You've got to convince him that I'm here just for the money, not because of any connection with you."
If Malcolm saw them together, it would raise questions and lead him straight to their doorstep.
All their prior efforts and cover-ups would be in vain.
Listening to it all, Calvin felt exhausted. "Reese, just lay it all out for Malcolm. He's got the whole Flynn Group backing him up. Besides, if he's gonna drift away or leave you just because of who you are, then you don't need a guy like that in your life!"
It never crossed Calvin’s mind that Reese would get married since she’d never shown interest in any guy. Out of the blue, she had skipped dating altogether and went straight down the aisle.
Reese, running out of patience with Calvin, snapped, "Enough with this! Go handle your own business."
Not daring to push Reese’s buttons any further, Calvin dutifully went off to take care of what she'd asked.
Stepping out to recalibrate her mood, Reese bumped into Malcolm striding in. His presence was ferocious, and he was looking like he was there to pick a fight.
Many recognized Malcolm as a titan of industry, yet no one knew that this very project belonged to the Flynn Group and had been covertly hijacked halfway through.
And the usurper was none other than his wife.
A manager quickly approached. "Mr. Flynn, what brings you here today? Are you here to witness the ribbon-cutting for this project? Please, have a seat."
But Malcolm was in no mood for pleasantries. His piercing gaze swept the crowd and locked onto a familiar figure.
His own darling wife.
There stood Reese, casually sipping her drink, seemingly oblivious to the commotion at the entrance.
Following Malcolm’s stare, the manager caught sight of Reese and instantly connected the dots.
"Mr. Flynn, over there is Miss Reese. I heard she’s a PR rep sent by a company. She was just having a wonderful chat with Rico. Seems like there might be something going on," he commented.
Malcolm's focus sharpened on the mention of Reese's chat with Rico. The menace in his eyes was growing more apparent, though the manager, cheerfully oblivious, thought this was a splendid opportunity to bond with Malcolm and rambled on.
"Rico seems quite taken with Miss Reese. He even mentioned taking her out to dinner tonight."
Justin, standing nearby, desperately signaled the manager to stop talking, silently pleading for him to see that Mr. Flynn was getting upset.
But the manager, likely caught up in his own ambitions to impress, continued his relentless chatter, clueless to the brewing storm in Malcolm Flynn's eyes.
"I have a feeling Ms. Reese is gonna bite," the project manager said, clearly clueless about who he was talking about. "With Rico being so loaded, and her working in PR, who knows how many guys she's... ugh!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Malcolm's fist connected with his face, catching everyone nearby, including a few shrieking ladies, completely off guard. The room buzzed with sudden excitement.
"Oh my God, what just happened? Why did it get physical?"
"It was that really good-looking guy. Must've been the chubby dude who started trouble."
"But I didn't see any shove or anything from the chubby guy."
"Well, a guy that handsome, and with such aristocratic presence, doesn't seem to be the type to just throw a punch for no reason."
The commotion drew more onlookers. "What's going on? Why did someone get hit?"
Dazed and clutching his stomach on the floor, the project manager was lost, having no idea what he'd done to provoke Malcolm's anger.
"Mr. Flynn, what did I do wrong? Why did you hit me?"
Malcolm looked down at him with a cold, predatory gaze.
"Do you know that Ms. Reese you were just talking about? Do you know who she is?"
The manager was still utterly confounded. "She... She's just someone in PR, right?"
Justin replied coldly from the side, "You must be blind, because she happens to be Mr. Flynn's wife!"
Lying there, the man's world spun. His eyes were wide with shock.
"Mr. Flynn's wife?"
This had to be no joking matter. Since when did Mr. Flynn's wife need to work in PR?
Justin watched the man on the floor with a pitying look that said, "You're on your own now."
Reese, meanwhile, hadn't expected Malcolm to get involved personally, though she figured the project manager must've been badmouthing her. She noticed him staring earlier while chatting with Rico but had ignored him.
Now, seeing the outcome, she couldn't blame Malcolm for wanting to hit him.
With his hands casually tucked in his pockets, Malcolm rubbed his temple, his patience nearly exhausted, and instructed Justin, "Give his company a call. They're gonna need to send someone else."
"On it." Justin promptly stepped aside to make the call, and before long, the project manager received a termination notice from his boss.
His face went pale, and then he pleaded with Malcolm, "Mr. Flynn, I didn't realize who I was dealing with. It's my fault. Please, give me another chance. I've got a family to support; I can't lose this job."
Malcolm couldn't be bothered to even lift an eyelid. In his world, anything pertaining to his wife was non-negotiable.
He approached Reese with deliberate strides. Even as he stood before her, his face displayed no emotion, and she couldn't guess what he was about to unleash on her.
Reese thought of herself as perceptive. She could read most people like an open book. Malcolm, however, was an exception. His enigmatic nature made him unreadable.
The man towered over her, looking down with a gaze that carried a chill.
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