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.”

and picked up a plate of stewed beef from

the hell are you

never thought Cassie would do something like

her face, ruining her makeup. Lumps of beef were stuck on her head, and the sauce dripped from her head, staining her dress and dribbling

distorted, and her eyes almost popped out of her sockets. “You bitch!” she shouted like a maniac. “How

was the

would have burned your artificial face for which you had spent a lot of

she picked up the three hundred dollars from the floor and threw them at Cassie’s face. “Take back your three hundred dollars. You ruined my dress, and I did the same to you. We’re even. How much

it? You fucking bitch! I’ll teach you a lesson today!” Cassie quickly wiped the sauce off her face and darted toward

in front of Natalie to protect her. His

Sebastian could do anything, one of the staff dragged Cassie away and threw her

and walked through the crowd. His eyes widened when he saw Natalie’s stained dress and

Garrett asked, his jaw tense

had driven her out of the Larson Group the previous time. Later, she learned that he was Garrett Harding, the deputy CEO of the Larson Group and the son of

had dated so far faded in

wine on her dress, but she unreasonably threw this dish on me. Why would you let such a crazy woman into

clothes were ruined, and she looked terrible at

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

her closer into his arms and sneered. “You should have hit

narrowed. She shouldn’t have attacked Cassie, but she

out about

stroked Natalie’s hair as he secretly winked

the bridge of his nose and looked at Sebastian. The coldness of his

and beckoned at the waiter. “Go and get