The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 757

“Who is this?” Clyde gave Brandon a confused look as if he didn’t actually know him.

Walking up to Brandon, Natalie intimately clung her arm around Brandon’s and introduced him to Clyde. “This is my husband, Brandon Larson.”

Then, with her usual grace, she introduced Clyde to Brandon. “This is Clyde Lambert, the artist who photographed Hannah.”

Brandon looked at Clyde and smiled provocatively. “I know.”

Natalie gazed up at him in surprise. “You know Mr. Lambert?”

Brandon glanced at Natalie and immediately, his smile turned fond. “I remember all the men who try to get close to you.”

Natalie’s face heated up all of a sudden. She gave Brandon a gentle punch and pouted, “What are you talking about?”

The scene before him was too sweet that Clyde clenched his teeth as jealousy engulfed him.

What an arrogant man Brandon was! How could the man just show up when Natalie and he were still dating!

He endured his displeasure, reeled it in, and calmly stood up before extending a hand to Brandon. He flashed a smile. “Hello, Mr. Larson. I’ve heard so much about you.”

For a few seconds, Brandon simply stared at Clyde coldly. Finally, he shook hands with him and smiled indifferently. “Hello, Mr. Lambert.”

The two of them just held each other’s hands, looking square into each other’s eyes with fake smiles plastered on their lips.

It didn’t take Natalie long to sense that something was wrong.

With a provocative smile, Clyde said, “Mr. Larson, you seem to be worried about me staying with Mrs. Larson. I was merely discussing the designs of Hannah’s clothes with her. You can rest assured.”

In his eyes, Brandon was just a businessman who knew nothing about art and design.

He thought that Brandon didn’t understand Natalie’s work and that was why Brandon was so hostile to him.

raised his eyebrows and asked, “Is that

on his lips. “Mr. Lambert, what a coincidence. I happen to be the real client of this order. Perhaps you should discuss the design of this apparel with me,” he said

feeling surprised. This was

this information secret. The only thing the public knew was that a mysterious rich man had entrusted Natalie to design clothes, but no one knew it was

no

obvious on his

of patience he had. It was a losing battle. His face

Natalie alone so he would have a chance to win her

end, Brandon trampled on it like trash

a barbarian who knew nothing but business. Someone as disrespectful as him did not deserve Natalie. Natalie didn’t mind at all. Besides, she thought that as the client, Brandon had the right

smiling his usual elegant

of them

independent designer, I believe,” Clyde said, analyzing the matter logically. “I will reveal your identity on social media platforms at some

looking skeptical. “Isn’t

reassuringly. “You deserve this kind of publicity. It’s

She couldn’t decide

“I don’t think so.”

Natalie’s failed attempt to refuse before she could even

he turned to Brandon. “Well, does Mr.

a hushed tone, “The essence of fashion design lies within the creation, not the creator. A designer’s allure to clients hinges on their prowess. Natalie possesses

personal brand, Mr. Larson. Haven’t you grasped that

“Natalie’s lineage is evident to all. Exaggerating her self-promotion will only divert public attention towards her background, overshadowing her talents and

“I believe Miss White can disperse any negative rumors with

to drive a wedge between the

is my wife. I comprehend her

Clyde locked gazes with Brandon. “Then Mr. Larson should

to end the dispute, Brandon’s eyes softened as they met Natalie’s.

awaited her

brow, Natalie

she offered an apologetic smile to Clyde. “I’m sorry, Mr. Lambert, but I concur

disappointment palpable, Clyde argued, “Given Miss

do become an independent designer, my personal studio is a recent endeavor. I’m essentially a novice in the industry. That’s why I prefer not to be too

though

nodded reluctantly. “Then let’s proceed with your

to stomach the couple’s affectionate exchanges

arched an eyebrow and flashed a provocative grin. Clyde’s fists