The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Natalie tugged at her wet dress that was clinging to her legs.

The sweet scent of roses from the wine wafted in the air.

Natalie immediately moved back from Cassie and glared at her. “You did it on purpose! You didn’t have an invitation, right? How did you get in?”

Cassie smirked at her. “Of course, I walked in. I have my ways. I can get into parties even without the invitation.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and raked her eyes across Natalie — back to her arrogant self. “I accidentally stained your dress. How about I compensate for it? How much is this dress? Is it even a hundred dollars?”

Cassie took out three hundred dollar bills from her handbag and threw them at Cassie’s face. “I’ll compensate you three times the price. You don’t have to thank me.”

Sebastian put down the glass and stood up, his face taut with anger.

He grabbed some tissues from the table and tried wiping the stain from Natalie’s dress, which was dripping with wine.

Then, he glared at Cassie as if he wanted to burn her alive.

“I’m fine. It’s between her and me. Please don’t get involved in this.” Natalie felt the coldness emanating from him. She quickly grabbed the tissues from his hand, trying to calm him down.

She feared that Sebastian might end up beating up Cassie until she passed out.

Moreover, her dress indeed wasn’t expensive.

Cassie had perhaps already figured that out. How could a poor woman like Natalie afford an expensive dress? She didn’t even have decent clothes to wear for opulent dinner parties. After all, she struggled to make ends meet.

Cassie threw the money on the floor and sneered. “Do you know what kind of occasion it is? Don’t you have any sense of aesthetics? How could you come here wearing a cheap dress? Don’t you have money to even afford a decent dress, or are you too stingy to spend money on it? You are indeed just a bumpkin that hasn’t seen the world. You should feel ashamed of yourself for attending such a party.”

She smiled and picked up a plate of stewed beef from a

the hell are you

Cassie would

her head, and the sauce dripped from her head, staining her dress and dribbling down her

almost popped out of her sockets. “You bitch!” she shouted like

Natalie. Cassie was the spoiled princess, while Natalie

hot. Otherwise, it would have burned your artificial face for which you had

the three hundred dollars from the floor and threw them at Cassie’s face. “Take

You fucking bitch! I’ll teach you a lesson today!” Cassie

to protect her. His face

Sebastian could

and didn’t expect something like this to happen. Hearing the commotion, he rushed over and walked through the crowd. His eyes widened when he saw Natalie’s stained dress and Cassie’s disheveled hair. The carpet was

making trouble?” Garrett asked, his jaw

out of the Larson Group the previous time. Later, she learned that he

so far

“It’s her!” she pouted, trying to sound pitiful. “I accidentally spilled wine on her dress, but she unreasonably threw this dish on me. Why would you let such a

that her makeup and clothes were ruined, and

her hatred for Natalie intensified. The woman had ruined her night and her chances for seducing

her closer into his arms and sneered. “You should have hit her harder. Look at the way she

have attacked Cassie, but she just couldn’t take

out about Cassie’s true nature long

stroked Natalie’s hair

his eyes, Garrett pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and looked at Sebastian. The coldness of

the man meant and beckoned at the waiter. “Go and get a new