The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“What can I do to her? I’m innocent.” Garrett lifted his hands, shaking his head. Then, he quickly walked up to the sofa and sat beside Sebastian. “I only did what you asked me to do. I didn’t expect her to misunderstand me. Trust me, I have nothing to do with her. But think about it; I’ve been helping her time and again. It’s only natural for her to think I’m interested in her.”

Sebastian closed the file in his hand and sneered. “Wow! That’s great! I did everything, but you got the credit.”

“That’s because she has never seen you here. I have been standing up for her every time she has encountered a problem. Look, I don’t want things to be this way either.” Garrett shook his head and put on his glass.

“Don’t put me through anything like this again. Even if I’m required to help her, I have to do it on behalf of Mr. Larson. Otherwise, she will continue to misunderstand me.”

Sebastian pursed his lips and stared into the distance. After a moment’s thought, he realized Garrett was right. Things couldn’t go on this way. He had been Natalie’s secret savior and helped her every time she encountered a problem, but he didn’t get any gratitude from her in return. She always thought someone else had helped her.

Sebastian had to find a solution.

In a daze, Natalie trudged back to her desk.

“Gerda, Mr. Harding wouldn’t make a huge fuss out of us employees, would he?” Natalie whispered to her colleague, her voice riddled with anxiety.

“Nah, I don’t think so. After all, a boss should be open-minded. But maybe he’s capable of making mountains out of molehills. Who knows? I can’t read minds.”

Gerda’s cryptic answer only served to make Natalie even more uneasy. What if she had offended Garrett?

The next day, when Natalie rushed to work, she ran into Garrett at the gate of the company.

Eyes darting around nervously, she managed to pluck up the courage to approach him to apologize. “Mr. Harding, excuse me. About what happened yesterday…”

But before she could finish her sentence, when Garrett saw her approaching, he immediately turned around and rushed back inside the car. He shouted at the driver anxiously, “Go! Get me out of here! Hurry!”

watched the car zoom off. She was

Natalie felt so dejected that she lowered her head to her table and muttered, “Gerda, I

didn’t even want to see her.

Gerda handed Natalie a bottle of milk. “Don’t talk like that. Ms. Fisher

thanks.” Natalie gratefully accepted the milk. “You’re too mean. I

her inbox, a

Larson sent you a friend

What the hell?!

on the milk

ever-elusive CEO of the Larson

fall under his radar? Brandon’s position was even higher than that

that the request was sent

Natalie cautiously accepted Brandon’s request. It had been hours since he had sent the request. Would

Mr. Larson. I’m sorry. I went to bed early last night, so I

statements of

saw the text, he couldn’t help but smile and started typing

its senior executives. Has

this, alarms

know that she had

mere sight of her, Garrett had turned around

slightly, Natalie answered, “No, I rarely interact with

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