The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife-Chapter 344: His Voice.

"As if," she scoffed, regaining her serious expression from when they just stepped into the room. "Now, Mr DeLoach, do you still need any more preparations?"

"Just a question," Ethan replied, "You still want all honors for this show to be attributed to you, right? You don’t want them to think you owe it to anything or anyone; not your father, not your family’s name, and not some unknown favor, right?"

"Sure,’ Shikera let out a loud sigh. "But there’s nothing I can do about that right now."

"In the garage that day, you said it doesn’t matter if you had to tell the audience you seduced me to get me there. All you wanted was for everyone’s focus to be on us. Do you still have the same thoughts?"

Shikera nodded.

"Why not? But like I said, it’s too late for me to do that—"

A knock resounded on the door and Ruthlyn’s voice came,

"Excuse me. The spectators are now seated in the studio. We should start now."

"Coming!" Shikera yelled. She tiptoed to press a kiss on Ethan’s lips. "Let’s go. Don’t forget your mask."

And she was out the door. Behind her, Ethan clasped and unclasped his hands nervously, his eyes lingering on the door that just closed after Shikera. He unfastened his button and slipped his hand into his dress shirt, taking out the small ornate box from his coat’s inner pocket.

He didn’t bother opening it as every intricate cut and feature of the object within it was already committed to his memory. He could only pray everything went well.

~ 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The lights dimmed slightly as the show began, the spotlight casting a warm glow on the stage. At Maxwell’s signal, Shikera flashed him a knowing smile and stepped forward, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. She made her way to the center of the stage, where a plush red couch sat behind a sleek, modern glass table. An empty chair was positioned opposite her, waiting for the guest of honor.

Shikera took her seat gracefully, adjusting herself on the couch as she scanned the audience, her smile wide and inviting. The spectators leaned forward in anticipation. "Good evening, everyone," she began, her voice smooth and confident. "Welcome to Elovien’s Spotlight first live show. I’m Shikera Anderson, your host for tonight, and we have a very special guest joining us today."

She paused, letting the anticipation build, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she dragged out the moment. "Tonight, the person we’ll be putting in the spotlight is... " she paused, letting out a small chuckle when the audience let out sighs of impatience. "We do know who it is, don’t we?" A chorus of ’yes’ resounded in the studio, and she continued, ’Ethan Vincent DeLoach, CEO of the DL Corporation."

The crowd’s murmur of excitement heightened as the camera shifted to the corner of the podium. There, Raymond stepped into view first, his imposing figure followed closely by Ruthlyn, her elegant poise adding to the anticipation. The two seemed to intentionally block the camera’s view, but as they moved aside, the figure of Ethan emerged.

The latter’s masked face became more visible as he approached the chair beside Shikera. The mask was sleek, understated, yet it carried an air of mystery that only added to his already commanding presence. As he took his seat, his assistants, Ruthlyn and Raymond, positioned themselves a few meters away, standing attentively with a wide smile plastered on their faces.

The spectators erupted into applause, a mixture of cheers and whispers filling the studio. Maxwell, standing behind one of the cameras, gave Shikera a thumbs-up, clearly pleased with how the show was unfolding. Shikera glanced at the projector screen in front of her, and as expected, the show’s online page was exploding with comments. Countless reactions flashed across the screen, with viewers eagerly discussing every move.

If they were this hyped up, how then would they react when Ethan took of his mask?

Turning to Ethan, Shikera forced a professional smile onto her face, even though she felt a familiar nervousness stirring inside. "Mr. DeLoach," she said warmly, with a practiced tone, "It’s such a pleasure to have you here today."

"Same," Ethan’s reply was firm, his voice unaffected by the mask over his face.

The sound of his voice caused another wave of surprise to ripple through the crowd. It was deep, smooth, and effortlessly commanding, resonating throughout the studio. The audience responded immediately, clapping, cheering, and shouting in appreciation. A few people in the front row exchanged wide-eyed glances, whispering excitedly among themselves.

Shikera, receiving a signal from Maxwell, quickly sent a quick glance to the screen in front of her where the live feed and comments were displayed. She couldn’t resist reading some of them aloud.

"Did you hear that? That voice could melt hearts!"

Another comment flashed across the screen. "Forget his looks, that voice is everything!"

And then a final one caught her attention: "I think I just fell in love with Ethan DeLoach’s voice... somebody save me!"

Shikera bit down on her lip, trying her hardest to stifle the laughter that was bubbling up inside her. She glanced at Ethan from the corner of her eye, the corners of her mouth twitching in amusement. The female fans were going wild over his voice alone, and they hadn’t even seen the full effect of what he could do in public yet. If they were falling this hard just from hearing him speak, what would happen when he removed the mask from his face?

She quickly pulled herself together, forcing her smile back into its professional place, but inside, she was barely holding it together. All this over her husband’s voice, it was both amusing and absurd, and she loved every second of it.

She waited patiently for the audience to calm down, and in the meantime, scribbled a few words on the notepad in front of her. She made sure the camera was off her face before discreetly passing the torn sheet to Ethan.

"Check it out," she whispered.