Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 903: Mistaken for a Sasaeng Fan

Mary Scott and Mia Anderson were completely thrown off by Duke Blue’s baffling behavior. They stood there dumbfounded, trying to figure out how this had escalated to being asked for autographs and photos, especially with that smugly condescending assistant.

Their stunned reaction was misinterpreted by Duke Blue, who assumed they were overjoyed to the point of speechlessness. Turning to his still-annoyed assistant, he commanded, "Get the pen."

The assistant scoffed, glaring disdainfully at the two women while rummaging for a pen, muttering under his breath, "Fanboying over our Young Master Duke but don’t even have the sense to bring your own pen."

Mia, now fully back to her senses, was about to explain that neither of them were fans of Duke Blue, but Mary tugged on her arm, shaking her head. Without missing a beat, Mary pulled a notebook from her bag and politely said, "Sorry for the trouble, Young Master Duke."

Duke Blue, clearly reveling in the moment, exaggeratedly signed his name. Just then, boarding began, and he strode directly ahead of Mary to enter the boarding gate.

His assistant and bodyguards swarmed in his wake.

Standing to the side, Mary was left with nothing but a blank expression, "..."

"Seriously... does anyone just barge into the industry these days?" Mia gawked, utterly speechless.

Mary snapped out of her thoughts and patted Mia’s shoulder, "Let’s go."

"You’re not pissed about this?" Mia asked, feeling stifled.

"What’s there to be mad about? Besides, we’re working with him later. There’s no need to make enemies over such trivialities," Mary replied, glancing at the notebook with Duke’s scribble that resembled gibberish. "Come on, let’s move."

With that, Mary stepped forward, her brows faintly furrowed as she walked on.

"Fine," Mia conceded, seeing that Mary seemed genuinely unbothered. She trailed behind her as they boarded the plane together.

Because Mary had once lost her luggage during a flight connection, she’d since developed a habit of carrying her suitcase onboard. What she didn’t expect, however, was for her assigned seat to be right next to Duke Blue. frёewebηovel.cѳm

What luck...

Mia, noticing this, looked a bit concerned. "Mary, just... keep an eye on him, okay?"

This time, their company was surprisingly generous, having splurged on a first-class seat for Mary, while Mia was in economy class. Watching Duke Blue sit next to Mary put her on edge.

Mary didn’t expect that when fate decided to throw someone into her life, it would be so relentless. Then again, considering they were heading to the same program, it wasn’t all that surprising. She gave Mia an "OK" hand gesture, handed her luggage to the flight attendant, and sat down.

No sooner had she taken her seat than Duke looked over with an expression of amused understanding. Maintaining politeness, Mary offered a faint smile, then set about retrieving her eye mask, hoping to rest. Just as Duke’s assistant finished stowing his belongings and approached, he spotted Mary. His face instantly darkened. "Why are you still haunting us?!"

Mary shot him a cold sideways glance and wordlessly put on her eye mask.

The assistant, seeing her reaction, fumed. "What kind of attitude is that?!"

Fortunately, a flight attendant soon arrived and requested he return to economy class. Begrudgingly, the assistant left. Like Mia, Duke’s entourage was relegated to economy class.

With the noisy assistant gone, Mary finally enjoyed a moment of peace. But the man next to her promptly shattered it, speaking up, "So... how long have you been into me?"

Mary, "..."

With the eye mask on, Mary couldn’t tell if he was talking to her. She chose silence.

Duke Blue, unfazed, continued, "I can tell. You’re not that old, and it probably hasn’t been easy following my schedule. Don’t mind my assistant; he’s just like that."

Earlier, he’d already noticed her strikingly beautiful eyes peeking out from behind her mask. Despite the plain-looking down jacket she wore, her exposed wrist was fair and delicate, like snow. Having mingled in the entertainment circle for so long and encountered countless beauties, he could confidently classify her as top-tier.

"Are you... talking to me?" Mary pushed her eye mask up slightly to ask tentatively.

Gazing once again at those mesmerizing eyes, Duke marveled at her beauty and became even more curious about her face. With a smirk he thought was charming, he raised a brow. "Well, who else would I be talking to?"

"It’s fine. Do you need anything else?" Mary, now certain he was addressing her, replied in a detached tone, expressing courteous disinterest.

Duke, momentarily stumped by her bluntness, shook his head. Before he could say another word, he watched as she slid her eye mask back down and resumed her nap.

It was the first time Duke Blue had been treated like this, and he frowned. Wasn’t she supposed to use this opportunity to chat him up? Could it be he hadn’t gotten enough rest that morning and wasn’t looking his best? Concerned, he hurriedly pulled out a small mirror to check his reflection. Reassured that his meticulously styled appearance was still flawlessly handsome, he relaxed but soon shot her a puzzled glance. Was this some sort of "hard-to-get" strategy?

Convinced he’d figured it out, Duke smirked knowingly, impressed by her tactics. Just as he was about to strike up another conversation, his phone chimed with an incoming voice message from Charlotte Leigh. Glancing at the now seemingly asleep woman beside him, he dismissively played the message and smugly responded, "Relax, there’s no woman I, Young Master Duke, can’t win over. Especially when it’s just some ’discarded wife.’ Easy peasy! Just don’t forget what you promised me."

On the other end, Charlotte cooed back in a sugary tone, "Don’t worry, Young Master Duke!"

Satisfied, Duke put his phone away and glanced again at the woman beside him, noticing how her pale ear was even more delicate-looking than her wrist. Feeling a sudden impulse, he muttered to himself, "Let’s see how long you can keep pretending."

Mary didn’t know what ridiculous thoughts were running through Duke’s head, but she definitely heard his voice message.

She hadn’t caught the other side of the conversation clearly, but the woman’s voice was unmistakable—it was Charlotte Leigh. Coupled with Duke Blue’s mention of a "discarded wife," there was little doubt in her mind: it was a direct jab at her, and the two of them had struck some sort of deal.

With the thought of their imminent variety show collaboration, Mary felt a heaviness in her chest. It seemed this show would be far more challenging than anticipated.

On the other side, Duke finally put his phone away after the flight attendant’s third reminder to power down devices.

The ascent was uneventful enough, but once the flight leveled off and breakfast service began, Duke was at it again. He leaned closer, deliberately blowing warm air near Mary’s ear. "Miss, wake up. It’s time for breakfast."

Mary immediately recoiled, her body shivering with disgust, and slid further away. Without removing her eye mask, she flatly rejected, "No thank you, I’m fine."

"Oh, come on. Breakfast is important, especially for young ladies. How old are you? Still a student? Which school? First class isn’t cheap, you know. Don’t go starving yourself for the sake of following a celebrity—your big brother feels bad for you," Duke murmured in what he believed to be a deep, alluring voice.

Mary was at a loss for words. "Sorry, I’m not a student. And I’m not a fan, either."

With that, she put on noise-cancelling headphones.

Duke raised a brow, intrigued. He hadn’t expected to run into an expert in playing hard-to-get. Letting out a soft chuckle, he dismissed her claims of not being a fan. After all, he thought, from the airport to first class, even knowing his itinerary—wasn’t this classic fangirl behavior?

Assuming it was a young girl’s scheme, he didn’t take it to heart. Instead, he pulled out a business card and slipped it into Mary’s jacket pocket. "If you ever need help, feel free to call your big brother."

Mary resisted the urge to retch, staying still.

She couldn’t figure out how someone ostensibly in his twenties could exude such an overwhelming level of sleaziness. The constant "big brother" talk left her nauseated to the point of near physical revulsion.

Fortunately, the flight from Swallow City to Earlbind was only two hours. After a brief nap, the plane began its descent.

As soon as the plane landed, Mary grabbed her luggage and dashed out, a hint of panic in her movements. By the time Duke realized what had happened, Mary was already off the plane.

Still, while Mary had managed to make a quick getaway, her heart was heavy with dread. She had no idea what sort of deal Charlotte Leigh and Duke Blue had cooked up or how they planned to set her up. Just the mere thought of filming six episodes of a variety show with this greasy man left her feeling queasy.

Mia caught up with Mary just as she saw her gagging into an airsickness bag. Worried, she asked, "Mary, are you airsick?"

"No, just nauseated," Mary replied with a shiver, ushering Mia along to find the program staff.

The "Detectives and Wilderness" production team, though far from renowned, had impressively good service. As soon as Mary and Mia exited the arrival gate, the team’s banner was hard to miss.

However, upon noticing Duke Blue and his entourage behind them, Mary immediately pulled Mia toward an exit to bypass the staff entirely.

Mia, perplexed, asked with concern, "Aren’t we supposed to meet the production team?"

"We are," Mary replied, already heading out of the gate. Scanning her surroundings, she quickly spotted a luxury van with a banner for the show and led Mia over to introduce themselves before boarding.

Not long after they settled into their seats, Duke Blue and his entourage, along with some fans who’d come to see him off, emerged with much fanfare. The scene was ostentatious, as if he were a top-tier A-lister.

Mia breathed a silent sigh of relief. Thank goodness they avoided the chaos earlier. Otherwise, they could’ve easily been mistaken for rabid Duke Blue fangirls. If a reporter had snapped them, there was no telling how the story would’ve been twisted. Still, Mia couldn’t help but puzzle aloud, "Mary, isn’t he just a third or fourth-tier celeb? How does he have so many fans?"

Mary glanced at the crowd below, recognizing a few familiar faces. It seemed some were present at the departure gate as well. Plus, though she had hurried off earlier, she’d noted something peculiar—several around Duke at the airport had, at first, seemed unsure of who he even was. The realization clicked: this was likely a case of "hired fans" to fake popularity. Yet, Mary opted to say nothing, simply giving a faint smile.

Soon enough, Duke’s entourage and part of the production team boarded the van. Yet, the moment Duke stepped in and locked eyes with Mary in the back seats, he froze. Quickly regaining composure, he smirked knowingly. "Little girl, you like me that much, huh?"

His assistant, Ace, immediately followed with venom, storming forward to confront Mary and Mia. "You two are ridiculous! Private stalkers much? Just because Young Master Duke is nice you think you can tail us all the way here? And what’s with this production team? How can any random person just jump on the van?!"

"Well..."

"I’m telling you, get off this instant, or I’ll report you for harassment!" Ace barked, ready to throw them off the van as he stirred up onlookers outside.

Duke, feigning disapproval, waved a hand. "Ace, don’t talk like that. They’re just ’enthusiastic’ because they like me."

"Oh, is that right? If every fan who liked you resorted to stalking, how would you survive?!" Ace roared, even louder than before. His outburst drew curious glances from the gathered fans outside the van.

Mia, who had been baffled all along about why Mary suddenly felt sick earlier, now fully understood as soon as Duke dropped another nauseating "big brother." Goosebumps prickled all over her skin, and she felt her temper flare. Just as she prepared to snap, Mary pressed her back down into her seat.

The panicked production staff attempted several times to explain, only to be silenced by Ace. They anxiously circled the van, worried about offending Mary.

Mary, having already experienced Ace’s hostility on the plane, restrained her irritation. Keeping Mia in check, she stood, offering a polite yet faintly awkward smile to Duke and his assistant before pulling down her mask to reveal her face. Calmly, she introduced herself, "Hello, Young Master Duke. I’m Mary Scott. Looking forward to working with you."

Ace, who just moments ago had been ranting loudly about so-called obsessive fans, froze in place. Wait, what?

Duke was equally dumbstruck, staring at Mary’s exceedingly striking features in disbelief. What? She’s Mary Scott?

To Duke, the woman seated beside him earlier had been merely a particularly attractive fan. With her soulful, deer-like eyes that seemed to hook anyone who met them, he’d assumed she was harmlessly smitten with him. After all, she had kept her face hidden with a mask. Finding her intriguing, he saw no harm in casually flirting with her. But this—this was Mary Scott? The so-called "discarded wife"?!

Charlotte Leigh had assured him that Mary was nothing but a washed-up woman, pitifully hanging on the fringes of the industry and abandoned by Director Locke. So why did she not seem even remotely like a defeated housewife?

Besides, while he’d previously come across some photos of Mary online, they didn’t do her justice. Standing before him now, her beauty was downright stunning. For a moment, it left even someone like Duke, who prided himself on his conquests, speechless. His assistant, Ace, recovered faster, though, blurting out, "Wait... you’re Mary Scott?"

Given her recent fame, anyone in the entertainment circle who hadn’t heard of Mary Scott must’ve been living under a rock. This included Ace. Yet, he had never seen her in person and failed to recognize her earlier due to how bundled up she was. Now, faced with her sudden reveal, he was utterly mortified by his earlier behavior, his face flushing bright red.

Mary casually nodded, her steely gaze snapping to Duke, who had been blatantly gawking ever since she’d unveiled her face. Coldly, she shifted her attention to the production staff. "Since the misunderstanding is cleared up, shall we leave now?"

"Certainly! Right away!" the lead from the production team stammered, snapping to action before turning to introduce the two formally. "Let me make introductions. Miss Scott, this is Young Master Duke, a rising star in the industry and leading man in ’CEO, Love Me Once More.’ He’s wildly popular with female audiences."

After introducing Duke, they turned to Mary. "Young Master Duke, this is Mary Scott, a top-tier celebrity and Mrs. Locke, Director Locke’s wife."

"Cough, cough, I’ve heard a lot about you," Duke muttered quickly, extending a hand toward Mary.

Mary remained stationary, smiling faintly but frostily. "The pleasure’s all mine. Please, Young Master Duke, take care not to mix me up with someone else next time."

"Heh, heh." Duke rubbed his hand awkwardly but wasn’t the least offended. He pressed on, "It seems my assistant made a mistake earlier. Would Miss Scott do me the honor of joining me for dinner sometime to offer my apology?"

The truth was, Duke hadn’t given Mary much thought earlier. His willingness to work with Charlotte Leigh stemmed from the career opportunities she’d dangled before him. But now, looking at Mary’s striking appearance and her poised yet commanding presence, he couldn’t help but feel deeply intrigued. This collaboration might prove far more rewarding than anticipated.

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