The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 701

The servant led Mandy to the living room. ‘Mrs. Olson was very busy with meetings some foreign students who came to visit her. Now, she is having afternoon lea.”

Mandy nodded and passed her leather driving gloves to the servant. “I’ll have a cup of black tea.”

She then strode into the living room. Brenna was happiest while taking afternoon tea on her plump sofa. She loved the fresh fragrance of tea.

Hearing the footsteps, Brenna looked up and smiled.

“What a rare visit! Mandy, I haven’t seen you in a long time.” Brenna embraced Mandy. After the hug, Mandy allowed her emotions to show. She bit her lower lip and cried, “Mrs. Olson, you really got me into trouble.”

“Don’t cry. What happened? Sit down and tell me everything.” Brenna was confused but sympathetic.

The Hamiltons and the Olsons were both noble families. Brenna had watched Mandy grow up. Brenna knew that Mandy was stubborn and had a tendency toward arrogance, but she had never looked so aggrieved before.

Mandy sat on the sofa and blew her nose. She then raised her head, revealing red eyes and said, “Did you put pressure on Draco? The other designers accused me of sowing dissension between you and Draco to damage W Mark’s reputation.”

Brenna sat next to Mandy. “So, this is about Draco Wesley?”

Mandy didn’t reply, so Brenna continued. “Draco is merely a designer. You are a Hamilton. He’s no match for you. I knew something was wrong when you called. You compromised your status to work with him. How dare he repay you so shabbily? I wanted to teach him a lesson.”

like me at all. He’s a proud man, Mrs. Olson. We might be pushing

like him, you would have made an

overseas. She treated Mandy like an additional daughter. The only one she got to

But Mandy

she had found a way to

but she stopped

worry. I know what I’m doing.” Brenna picked up the phone

week later, at W Marks Studio, Natalie was speaking to the delivery

she asked when

finished. I’ve just arranged for them to be delivered. I’m picturing her surprise when she sees them.” Natalie’s joy was

phone rang. Smiling, she picked it up. Something horrible must have been said, a devastating blow, because Elizabeth’s smile dropped and so did the mug in her hand.

mug and spilled her coffee all over the floor. “Can you tell

face, she explained, “That was a call from a client to cancel the order. This is my fifth phone call of the day. It’s really not a huge deal. We constantly have a lot of orders, and some clients will cancel them from time to time. However, the cancellation today affects all large orders and major clients, including one of my projects. I’ve been working on this project for several days, and now it’s been put on hold because of this. All of my efforts have been in vain. That’s why

and stooped down to pick up the fragments. Then, perplexed, Natalie said, “It’s unlikely that all of these clients just canceled their purchases on the same day

may have not been aware of the studio’s recent conditions. A few days ago, two authoritative media outlets stated that we were

doing?” Natalie said

is more likely to be the perpetrator, in my opinion. She is the diplomat—Ewing Olson’s wife, and she has the authority to seek authoritative media for assistance in reporting it. We have lost a

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