The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“Cassie!” The man was stunned when he saw who had called his name. Then he broke into a wrinkly smile. “Didn’t I give you my number last time? Why didn’t you call me?”

As he spoke, his eyes roamed over her body hungrily.

When she saw that she still had a chance, Cassie walked to his side and slipped her arm into his. “Mr. Sherman, I’m sorry. I wanted to call you, but I lost your card.”

Nobody cared that she was lying.

The man smiled knowingly and put his wrinkled hand on Cassie’s waist. He had been interested in Cassie ever since the beginning. His gaze landed on her bulging cleavage, lust filling his eyes. “Why haven’t you gone inside yet?”

“My friend couldn’t make it and give me her invitation, but the staff didn’t let me in.” Cassie stuck out her lower lip, batting her eyelashes at the old man coquettishly.

“In that case, you can come in with me. But you have to be with me tonight.” The man’s eyes stared into hers hungrily.

While he didn’t think that Cassie was that pretty, he couldn’t get over her because he hadn’t gotten her yet.

Then, he looked at his young female companion and said in a low voice, “You can go now. I’ll have my secretary transfer the money to your account.”

Hearing this, the girl glanced at Cassie indifferently. She didn’t know why Cassie was so eager to have this old man. Oh well, life was difficult for everyone, the girl supposed. It didn’t matter. Anyway, she’d still get the money, and that was all that mattered.

With a smile, the girl nodded and left.

The man brought Cassie to the dinner party as his plus one.

When they entered the banquet hall, Cassie heard glasses clinking everywhere. The magnificent hall was brightly illuminated, while the sound of saxophones and pianos playing stimulated her senses.

The Larson Group wasn’t playing around. The dinner party reeked of extreme luxury. There were even gambling tables and billiard tables by the side, for when guests got bored.

Cassie studied the crowd seemingly nonchalantly, keeping an eye open for her prey tonight.

she had stepped

out, but the brightly lit hall

to be hell-bent on meeting some invisible goal,

took a glass of red wine for himself and a glass of

orange juice to Natalie. “What are you looking

he saw that she was staring at several independent designers in

design masters. They’re constants at international fashion shows. I didn’t think I’d see them here.” Natalie sipped at her orange juice absentmindedly, her

hand on her back and took another sip of

Group. I haven’t even been regularized yet. How could I

and glanced at Garrett from

As if he had just received an urgent order, he deserted the crowd he

Natalie turned around to see Garrett

was he doing

did he take the initiative to talk to her

evening, Mr. Harding.” Natalie smiled awkwardly and tilted her

“Mr. Larson told me to take care of you tonight. Are you free? The Larson Group has invited some well-known designers here. Do you want to meet

though she was just

are you sure? I’m just

to introduce you to the top designers in your field. They seldom come back. They all just happen to be here this time because of a fashion show. It’s a rare opportunity to meet them all in

blinking a lot more than usual. Whenever she was nervous, this

who

She pinched herself to make sure she

“Sorry to disturb you, everyone. Allow me to introduce to you our

way to introduce her, the designers

Natalie