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.

eyebrows and asked, “Is that so? Are

Lambert, what a coincidence. I happen to be the real client of this order. Perhaps you should discuss

feeling surprised. This

had kept this information secret. The only thing the public knew was that a mysterious rich man had entrusted Natalie to

this way, Clyde had no

was obvious on his

on to the last bit of patience he had. It was a

to get Natalie alone so he would have a

Brandon trampled on it like

deserve Natalie. Natalie didn’t mind at all. Besides, she thought that as the client, Brandon had the right to discuss

smiling his usual elegant smile

them talked about

is indeed important to a successful independent designer, I believe,” Clyde said, analyzing the matter logically. “I will reveal

scrunched her face, looking skeptical. “Isn’t

smiled reassuringly. “You deserve this kind of publicity.

couldn’t decide what

“I don’t think so.”

attempt to refuse

displeasure as he turned to Brandon. “Well, does

arms crossed, Brandon elevated his chin and uttered in 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 that skill.

retort came swiftly. “It’s called establishing a personal brand, Mr. Larson.

Exaggerating her self-promotion will only divert public attention towards her

“I believe Miss White can disperse any negative rumors with her abilities. As her husband, don’t you trust her

a transparent attempt to

in Brandon’s eyes, barely masking the simmering anger. “Natalie is my wife. I comprehend her nature

gazes with Brandon. “Then Mr.

eyes softened as they

Clyde awaited

her brow, Natalie lapsed into

later, she offered an apologetic smile to Clyde. “I’m sorry, Mr. Lambert, but I concur that it’s best

disappointment palpable, Clyde argued, “Given

endeavor. I’m essentially a novice in the industry. That’s why I prefer not to be too flamboyant. My current goal is to establish a solid reputation for my designs and introduce

remained silent, though

proceed with your approach,

out the promotion plan’s particulars, Clyde, unable to stomach the couple’s

and flashed a provocative grin. Clyde’s fists

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