The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“The Larson Group fired many employees who worked with Miss Turner. I thought no one would remember me,” Allie confessed, her voice filled with emotion.

Vivian extended her hand, gently patting Allie’s in a comforting manner. “How could we be as heartless as the Larson Group? We value loyalty and compassion,” she assured.

Recalling her own dreadful experience with the company and the tragic death of Charis, Allie couldn’t contain her emotions any longer. Clutching the card close to her heart, tears streamed down her face. “If it weren’t for Natalie, Miss Turner wouldn’t have suffered such a miserable fate! It’s unjust that Natalie is still alive, living her best life!” Allie wiped her tears with the back of her hand, locking eyes with Vivian earnestly. “You must seek justice for her!”

Understanding the pain Allie had endured, Vivian handed her a tissue. While Allie composed herself, Vivian asked meaningfully, “Allie, considering your close relationship with Miss Turner, would you like to join me in avenging her?”

Allie hesitated, contemplating the daunting task of fighting against the powerful Larson Group and its CEO as a poor and powerless woman. Sensing her concerns, Vivian spoke softly, “Don’t worry. The Turner family will support you. Once everything is done, they will provide you with more financial assistance and help you secure a better job.”

Although highly tempted, Allie remained uncertain. Was it worth challenging the Larson Group for Charis? Observing Allie’s internal struggle, Vivian leaned in and whispered, “I have a plan.”

Natalie was determined not to give up on finding clues about Charis, despite not getting any useful information from her parents. She made a list of all the people related to Charis and planned to track them down one by one.

By the end of December, Natalie returned to work at W Marks Studio in Barnes. She had been working remotely for the past few months but decided to come back because Brandon would be working at their branch in Barnes this month. Natalie wanted to be with him and also resume her work at the studio.

Shortly after returning to work, Draco unexpectedly walked into the office. It had been a few months since they last saw each other. Natalie found it strange that he was there since she was told he was on a business trip abroad and wouldn’t be back for a few days.

“Good morning, Mr. Wesley. Coffee? I was going to buy one for myself downstairs,” Natalie said nervously, unsure if Draco was okay with her working remotely.

you. Have a seat first, Natalie,”

chair, feeling tense and uncertain about what Draco wanted to talk about. She wondered if he was going to fire her due to her distractions over the past few months. Her attention had been

anxiously blurted out, “I’m sorry, Mr. Wesley. I’ve been distracted by some personal affairs over the past few months. But don’t worry, I’ll make up for

smiled and chuckled, reassuring her, “What are you talking about? Don’t

the studio to see her for himself. It had been a long time since their last meeting, and he was genuinely concerned about her. The news of Charis’s sudden death had

you want to talk about, sir?” Natalie asked, smiling crookedly, curious

been maturing, and there’s a subtle change in your mindset.

mentor, which made her hesitant to bother him with her personal matters. “Thank you, sir. Your guidance is already a great help,” she replied gratefully, touching

and nodded silently, acknowledging her

She stood up from her chair and exclaimed, “That’s great, Natalie! I’m so glad you’re back! How

genuine happiness about Natalie’s return. Natalie couldn’t refuse such a warm invitation and smiled brightly, accepting,

“Mr. Wesley,

preferred to avoid large gatherings, Natalie asked out of politeness, assuming he would decline. However, to her surprise, Draco stood up and calmly replied, “Okay. I’d

Brandon, realizing she hadn’t informed him about the impromptu dinner. Her message mentioned that she was

pouring a glass of water, Elizabeth playfully asked, “Who are

glass. “Oh, it’s just my husband. He said he would pick me up later, but I told him I can just walk home. Our boss is dining