The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 749

The man on the other end of the line did not expect her response to be so cordial but distant. A wave of disappointment washed over him. “Yes, it is,” he answered.

It had only been a few months, but Natalie no longer recognized his voice.

As things turned out, the man on the phone was none other than Clyde Lambert himself, one of Natalie’s former pursuers.

“It’s nice to meet you. My name is Natalie.”

The change in Clyde’s tone escaped her, and she continued to speak in a polite and professional manner. “If you take a look at the photos you posted today, the old lady is wearing one of my designs.”

Clyde let out a small sigh. “Yes, I know. What can I do for you?”

On the other side, Natalie straightened her back, turning stiff with nervousness. “Here’s the thing. I’m going to start my studio’s official account on the major social media platforms soon. I’ve seen your work, and I think your photos are amazing. I’d like to enlist your help in publicizing our studio.”

A wide smile broke out on Clyde’s lips.

After a long wait, finally, an opportunity had presented itself.

“It would be my privilege,” he readily agreed. “But I think it would be better for us to discuss this in person.”

With his positive response to Natalie’s proposition, she gladly agreed to meet him.

The call ended with Natalie all smiles. She thought she had secured a promising chance.

be so easily convinced. Truth be told, his quick approval

was cut short by Elizabeth coming over and patting her

had seen her here before, so I let

turned to the direction Elizabeth was pointing to, her eyebrows arching

that Vera would come to her one of these days, but she didn’t

couldn’t keep the fact that she helped Laney escape hidden forever. If the Harding family investigated,

this time, Vera’s eyes

Natalie, her gait every

least bit intimidated. She was ready

to a halt

unchanging and impassive, betraying none of her

knew why she

gazes locked in a wordless battle, then Natalie stood up. With a smile that feigned innocence, she greeted her guest,

her a

to the meeting room so we can talk about the style

a motion of welcoming Vera

never said I wanted you to design it,”

darkened, caught by surprise at how Vera embarrassed her

two, and Elizabeth hastened to mediate. “Well, Ma’am, did you already have a designer in mind?

casually, “Do you have

choice left both Natalie and

W Marks prided itself on its excellent service. Even the most difficult customers left the studio satisfied and pleased. Elizabeth had her hands tied. She knew she had no choice but