The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Moreover, Julia always quarreled with Tasha at home.

Seth didn‘t want to give Tasha another chance to blackmail him again.

Tasha stood on the balcony and watched their limo drive away, feeling anxious.

Now that Seth didn‘t live at home, she would have no chance to get her hands on his laptop.

Tasha took out her phone and texted Sebastian promptly, asking him if he had any ideas as to what she could do next.

A few days later, Sebastian asked Tasha to meet him in a cofe near the Klein family home.

“Have you seen Julia recently?” Sebastian asked as a thought suddenly occurred to him.

In Sebastian‘s eye, the only person who could connect Seth to Tasha was Julia.

Resting her chin on her palm, Tasha sighed heavily.

“Not really.Before they moved out, Seth warned her not to provoke me.She looked scare of Seth, so I don‘t know if she will come to me again.”

Sebastian nodded and took a sip of his coffee, lost in thought.

Yesterday, Seth had come to him, saying that he wanted to negotiate and make peace.

But Sebastian knew that it wasn‘t in Seth‘s nature to simply “make peace”.

However, this negotiation might be an opportunity in disguise.

After thinking about it for a while, Sebastian said, “You have to get your hands on the data on his laptop. It seems to me that Seth trusts you somewhat. No one else but you can get close to his laptop. And I think I might have a way for you to do it.”

“What do you mean?” Tasha asked with her eyebrows raised.

Sebastian then explained his plan in detail, which made Tasha felt that perhaps there was hope after all.

Although it had been a while since Julia had moved out of the Klein family home with Seth, her hostility towards Tasha never ebbed.

On the contrary, she felt depressed now that she couldn‘t bully Tasha anymore.She even went so far as to look for fasha‘s number on Seth‘s phone.

Whenever she felt irrationally angry, she would text Tasha hateful messages to vent her anger.

Looking at the string of abuses on her phone, Tasha couldn‘t stand it anymore and called Julia.

As soon as Julia saw the caller ID, she immediately was on guard.

“Shouldn‘t you focus on your baby? Why are you calling me?”

afraid of anything now that Seth was on her

who stood in the way of her getting married

Tasha snorted impatiently.

to do? Seth already moved out with you yet you still kept finding ways to harass me.He can‘t keep you under his control anymore, can he? Since he can‘t discipline you, I have no choice but to turn to a ‘higher power‘.I‘ll send all the texts you sent me to your parents

waiting for a response,

Julia texted Tasha more insulting

two was only getting more and more

Satisfied, Tasha called Seth.

this period of time, Ñ.Ö,vel.Ë.book Sebastian had been working hard to take the Klein family down

from Tasha on his phone.He didn‘t think toc much about

Seth answered it

line, Tasha complained in an aggrieved tone, “Seth, can you teach your mistress some proper manners? She texts me

hung up impatiently.He was so busy that he had no time to deal with

busy dial tone, Tasha

had a reason to go to his office.She carefully gathered her things and took

Tasha soon Arrived at the

she entered the building, she saw a group of men

side profile of the man standing in

was none other than

her gaze because he then

had come, he

with the senior executives of the Larson

Tasha, today was the designated date he would come to the Klein Group to negotiate

laptop with him to

he would leave it in his

the opportunity that

were busy negotiating, Tasha would have access to Seth’s

ten minutes downstairs, Tasha figured that

when she arrived at the door, Seth’s

has told me

me to

him there.”

“I’m his wife.

office? If even I am not allowed into his office, than who is? His mistress?” Being scolded like this, the

“N-no, Mrs. Klein.

my job.” Truth be told, Seth had indeed brought his mistress into his office before, which made the assistant feel a bit

her arms crossed over her

you get out

on waiting for him

him today to tell him to discipline that mistress of his.” The assistant squeezed his

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Klein.