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.

Brandon raised his eyebrows and asked, “Is that

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

frowned, feeling surprised.

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

had no reason

obvious on his

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

Natalie alone

trampled on it like trash on the

convinced now that Brandon was only a barbarian who knew nothing but business. Someone as disrespectful as him did not deserve Natalie. Natalie didn’t mind

usual elegant smile as

of them talked about the

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

scrunched her face, looking skeptical. “Isn’t

this kind of publicity.

persisted. She couldn’t decide what

“I don’t think so.”

to refuse

to Brandon. “Well, does Mr. Larson have any more enlightening suggestions?”

the creation, not the creator. A designer’s allure to clients hinges on their prowess. Natalie possesses that

a personal

lineage is evident to all. Exaggerating her self-promotion will

challenged, “I believe Miss White can disperse any negative rumors with her

words were a transparent attempt to drive a wedge between the

eyes, barely masking the simmering anger. “Natalie is my wife. I comprehend her nature better than you could, and I’m more devoted to protecting her than you

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

softened as they

awaited

Natalie lapsed into

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

palpable, Clyde argued, “Given Miss White’s capabilities, it’s hardly

“While I 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 flamboyant. My current goal is to establish a solid

though his disappointment

let’s proceed with your

the promotion plan’s particulars, Clyde, unable to stomach the couple’s affectionate exchanges any longer, excused

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