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.”

floor. “Draco doesn’t like me at all. He’s a proud man, Mrs. Olson. We

obsessed with being a designer like him, you would

an additional daughter. The only one she

and had hoped she would become a well-known diplomat just like her husband. But Mandy fell in love

thought for a moment. Suddenly, she stopped frowning, as if she had found a way to win. “Listen. If we teach Draco a lesson, he will obey you in

dubious, but she stopped sobbing. “Mrs. Olson, are

I’m doing.” Brenna picked up the phone and called

later, at W Marks Studio, Natalie

are you so happy?” she asked

arranged for them to be delivered. I’m picturing her surprise when she sees them.” Natalie’s joy was intense. She had

have been said, a devastating blow, because Elizabeth’s smile dropped and

Elizabeth dropped the mug and spilled her coffee all over the floor.

her 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

of these

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

doing?”

tossing the shattered coffee mug pieces into the trash can. “It’s either Mandy or Brenna, the lady that called a couple of days ago. Brenna 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 lot of orders as a result of

to read the netizen’s comments on the