The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

The door to Unit 302 on the third floor was wide open. Several workers were shuffling back and forth, moving things into the unit.

Natalie was busy helping out in the kitchen while her bodyguard kept eye on things. She leaned against the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest, as she eyed each of the worker that came and went.

Since all the men were dressed in black uniforms and wore safety masks, she couldn’t tell if something was indeed amiss in the first few moments or so.

But soon, she noticed one man acting peculiar. He was tasked with bringing in the paintings, but instead of making quick work of his job, he kept locking over every so often.

Just as the bodyguard was about to take a closer look at him, Elizabeth’s aunt appeared and stood in front of her.

“Here, why don’t you take a break and have some drinks?” she offered to the workers.

The woman was carrying a few bottles of coke in her arms, which she handed over to the men with a kind smile.

“Thank you,” the head of the workers chuckled and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

“But we’d better get back to work and finish as soon as possible.”

Sure enough, he got right back to what he had been doing.

Meanwhile, Jorge realized that he might have been too obvious just now, so he hid behind a pile of boxes and slinked out of sight.

By the time the bodyguard looked back in his direction, he was gone.

“Hey!” the head suddenly barked at Jorge.

“Don’t just stand there! Keep moving!” Jorge nodded without saying anything, and then pretended to work until the head left.

Once the coast was clear, his eyes darted back to where Elizabeth and Natalie were.

and showing Elizabeth

didn’t like the old-fashioned hues. I think this one suits Laney, but I’m not sure that

in on the design and looked

taste, so you should just follow your heart. Mr. Wesley would have the final say, anyway.

Natalie nodded in agreement.

women were oblivious to

holding a knife with one hand, which he cleverly covered with the painting he was supposed to be carrying. His sinister eyes never left the pair

up, and her face broke into a

“Brandon!” Jorge froze.

Larson was here? He stashed his knife back into his pocket and followed the direction of her

did so, he

immediately lowered his head and moved away. He knew that he was no match for this man. He scurried back

walked over and put his hands

looking

find us here?”

location. I was about to pick you up

his grip

his facade and could tell that he was a little nervous. She just

“Really?”

bodyguard at the door and added in a quieter voice, “Is anything the matter? What can I do to help?” His nerves were infectious, and she found herself getting skittish as well. Brandon

just wanted to see

caressed her cheek and fiddled

“Don’t overthink it.”

he was feeling rather uneasy and wanted to see her

Natalie found it endearing.

he had remembered something. She grabbed his arm and asked frantically, “Are

and stroked Natalie’s