The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Renee and Liam walked side by side in the hallway that led up to the banquet hall.

Liam, who had been a dignified and proud gentleman outside only moments ago, had now transformed completely into a docile little puppy all smiles and adoring glances at Renee.

I can’t believe those people from the Hunt family dared to bully you like that!” He grumbled. “The next time they do it. I definitely won’t let them off so easily!”

Renee smiled slightly and teased him, “Wow, Liam… I’m used to seeing you all meek and frivolous, but when you get serious, you’re actually pretty intimidating! I was shocked to see you earlier.”

“There’s nothing shocking about it,” said Liam proudly. “I am Master Osborne, after all!”

However, despite his words, Liam still looked like a meek little puppy. He looked at Renee’s windbreaker and commented, “But, honestly, Ren, don’t you think you’re dressing a little too shabbily for the event?”

“You have to address me as Miss,” Renee corrected him. “Did you forget that you’re my junior?”

“But why does my sister get to call you Ren?” Liam argued, pouting like a schoolboy. He childishly added, I don’t care. I’m not going to call you Boss or Miss anymore. From now on, I’ll call you Ren!” Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Absolutely not!” Renee scolded him. “Doing that would only imply that you’re harboring feelings for me. You aren’t, are you?”

“Well,” answered Liam honestly, not intending to sidestep around the subject at all, “since you’re divorced now, what’s wrong with me having feelings for you?”

He had been waiting for Renee to get a divorce for so many years now, and now that she was finally divorced, there was no way that he wanted to remain as just her junior.

Renee smiled, but did not respond.

Just as they were about to arrive at the banquet hall, Renee unbuttoned her windbreaker with her slender fingers, then swiftly took it off and tossed it aside before letting down her hair. She then pulled out a red lipstick and applied it on her lips smoothly.

“Boss, you…” Liam was utterly hypnotized.

The people inside the banquet hall turned their heads towards them, stunned speechless.

Renee stood there, clad in a rose red strapless gown that hugged her sublime figure. She looked stunning and eye-catching, but also graceful and elegant. The gown was designed in a way that exposed her waist slightly, making her look slim and alluring.

There was such a glow to her that it was almost as if she had brought her own portable spotlight, drawing the eyes of everyone around her.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd loudly proclaimed, “No way! That lady looks familiar… Isn’t that Mrs.

Hunt?”

The room quickly erupted into heated discussions, and that was when Stefan, clad in a well-tailored black suit, descended the staircase like a king. He had just finished discussing business matters with Johnson, the host of tonight’s event, and his icy gaze was immediately attracted by the red gown.near the entrance.

Amazement flashed in his unfathomable eyes, quickly followed by a trace of irritation.

That damned woman, he thought. What was she trying to do now?

With a chilling expression, Stefan made his way towards Renee In long strides and, as if publicly claiming

her, swiftly put his arm around her slender waist.

‘Mrs. Hunt, I didn’t expect you to arrive so early,” he said through gritted teeth. “I was just about to go fetch you!”

Although there was a smile on his flawless face, his expression gave every onlooker a strange sense of chilling danger.

So the lady really was Mrs. Hunt! The crowd gasped.

Those men whose eyes were fixated on Renee’s breasts, her waist, and her legs, hastily looked away. Those indignant women who had been throwing curses at her as soon as she appeared also shut their mouths instantly, not daring to utter another word.

“Come with me!” Uncaring of what people might say, he brought Renee to a private room under the watchful eyes of the onlookers.

“What is this about? Renee asked calmly as she pinned a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Mr. Hunt?”

“You dare ask me such a thing? Stefan’s dashing face was calm as his gaze fell on Renee’s chest. He then sternly asked, “Didn’t I give you a dress? What on earth are you wearing?”

“The dress you gave me was too prudish,” Renee replied bluntly. “It looked like something a nun would wear. I didn’t like it.”

“You…” Stefan was so enraged by her response that he saw red. The dress had been made by the chief. designer of Gucci – even most wealthy ladies could not afford such a top-quality dress, yet Renee had the gall to say that it looked like something a nun would wear! 1

But then again… it was indeed a little on the prudish side.

“Say,” Renee suddenly turned to Stefan with a twinkle in her eye and asked him teasingly, “was it because. you thought that my body was not worthy of being shown in public for everyone to admire?”