Chapter 97 Honey, Come Here
A face as delicate as an almond, no bigger than the size of a palm, with skin soft and smooth. A cool indifference was etched in her features, making her elegant appearance seem even more aloof and unfeeling.
Her eyes, however, with pupils clear and pure, ended in a slight upward tilt, casting an enchanting allure that was hard to resist. These contrasting traits were harmoniously integrated into her visage.
Even amidst a crowd, she stood out markedly, but for some reason, she seemed eerily familiar.
A moment later, Ethan almost let out a curse.
Isn't this Malcolm's new bride?
Megan stepped forward and stood by Ethan's side, her presence loud and self-satisfied, as though eager to let everyone know of their acquaintance.
"Ethan, it's this woman," she said, her voice tinged with accusation. "She's spouting nonsense about my father. Get her out of here, now!"
Reese, in that moment, emanated a natural aura of commanding presence, especially narrowing her eyes slightly, signaling a dangerous vibe. With a bold, carefree curl of her lips, her words were reckless to the extreme.
"Let's see if he dares."
Unbeknownst to Reese, Ethan had already recognized her, yet even if he hadn't, Reese showed not a hint of fear.
Her company had acquired this hotel last month; Ethan was merely an employee here. How could he even think of expelling her?
Ethan shrank back a little. He truly didn't dare.
Seeing Ethan rooted to the spot, Megan gave him a shove.
"Come on, call someone to get her out."
"I, uh..."
"He doesn't have the guts."
Suddenly, a sharp and deep voice resonated from the entrance, drawing everyone's gaze in unison.
There, the man in the lead exuded a sense of superiority and disdain in every motion, an air of aristocratic elegance emanating from his very being.
Malcolm's arrival stirred the crowd once again.
"Isn't that the young Mr. Flynn?"
"How did he end up here? The man is a legend. At twenty, he took over the Flynn Group, forging a business legend in just two years."
"But wasn't it rumored that he was paralyzed from the waist down? That he can walk again only if a miracle happens? They said all the top doctors couldn't cure him."
"And now he's just suddenly better? Look at that stature, the golden ratio - like an emperor in his own right."
"No idea, perhaps the miracle did happen."
As Reese stood there, Malcolm's appearance didn't bring her joy, but irritation at whoever had informed him of her whereabouts.
It was a medical conference where he shouldn't have appeared, and seeing his prepared stance, it was clear he had come with a purpose in mind.
Malcolm's gaze shot straight through the crowd, landing firmly on Reese. He didn't even deign to glance at the other faces.
There she stood, alone, her slender frame seemingly frail, and yet she radiated a queen's aura, her eyes void of fear, exuding an air of fierce independence.
This was his wife, Malcolm's Reese. Even surrounded by a sea of people, she stood out - never one to be overshadowed. Pride flickered in Malcolm's eyes with a hint of possessiveness.
How blind could Ethan be, daring to cross the line with Malcolm's better half?
Megan caught sight of Malcolm; her eyes locked onto him as if magnetized, unable to look away.
The man was dressed simply in a white shirt and black trousers, his fabric clearly high-end, tailored to perfection, enhancing his distinguished presence.
She couldn't resist approaching, trying to catch his attention.
"Mr. Flynn, hello, I'm Megan."
But Malcolm's focus didn’t waver in her direction, treating her as though she were invisible. Megan's smile began to falter. With everyone watching, she couldn't just walk away without losing face, so she stubbornly tried again.
"Mr. Flynn, I am—"
"Is it you who’s been troubling my wife?" His gaze dropped down to Megan, a look of sovereignty and menace brewing in his eyes, drowning her in intimidation.
Megan's face turned stiff, her mouth opening with difficulty as she stammered, "Your... wife?"
Malcolm extended his arm, pointing towards Reese. "The one you were just about to throw out, she's my wife."
Megan was thunderstruck, incredulous. Reese, Malcolm's wife? Impossible!
Reese herself struggled to process this reveal; she had never imagined Malcolm would blow her cover in such a setting.
The disdainful looks from the crowd moments ago hadn’t fazed her, but now their piercing gazes made her uncomfortable.
Ethan stepped up and took Megan's arm. "I was about to tell you, this Reese, she's actually Mr. Flynn's new bride."
Megan nearly lost her footing, teetering until Ethan quickly steadied her.
She shot Ethan a glance, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Who would've thought this unremarkable girl would be Malcolm's wife? Megan had really stumbled into a mess.
And what was Reese's relation to that old man, Robert?
But, with all eyes on her now, including the media's, and Malcolm’s influence looming, Megan had no choice but to face the music. How else could she stand by her father's side in the future?
Megan took a deep breath, trying to muster her courage once more, but when she spoke, the steam seemed to go out of her sails.
"Just because you're Mrs. Flynn doesn't mean you can go around hitting people. Everybody knows the Flynns are strict with their upbringing and have such class. To think Mr. Flynn would marry someone so rude—I can't imagine who gave you the nerve to behave this way."
"It was me," the man admitted frankly.
"What?" Megan was caught off guard.
"My wife naturally has my support. Any other concerns?"
"You..." Megan was utterly taken aback by Malcolm's candid response. "Isn't this just indulging and spoiling her, aiding and abetting a tyrant?"
Malcolm lifted his eyelids coldly. "So what? If she desires, I'd give her the whole of Atlanta on a silver platter."
Megan's face turned a patchy mix of red and white with shock, but even more so, jealousy. Why did that wretched girl receive Malcolm's affection when all she wanted was for him to glance her way, something he couldn't be less bothered to do?
Reese, hearing Malcolm defend her time and again, felt as if someone was chiseling away at her tough exterior. She feared that one day she might actually be moved by him, that she might start to accept him.
She would have preferred if Malcolm had never shown up—as if she couldn't handle things on her own.
After living alone for the better part of twenty years, having a man suddenly enter her life, break her rules, and disrupt her rhythm, had caught her completely off guard. She wished her heart could be harder, that no matter what he did or said, she could remain indifferent.
And then she remembered what he said in the car that day, how he promised to protect her for the rest of her life.
Such a heart-stirring promise, but how many people out there could truly deliver?
When Malcolm made his declaration, everyone in the room was stunned, bursting into whispers among themselves.
"If she wants it, I'll hand over Atlanta to her as well. Man, I'm green with envy."
"Mr. Flynn is so manly."
Suddenly, Malcolm beckoned Reese with a wave. His once icy gaze softened in a moment, and even his voice was filled with indulgence.
"Honey, come here."
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