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 so? Are you talking about Hannah’s

sat down next to Natalie. An arrogant smile appeared 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

frowned, feeling surprised.

had not known that. Brandon had kept this information secret. The only thing the public knew was that a mysterious rich man had entrusted Natalie to design clothes, but no one

way, Clyde had no reason to send Brandon

obvious

bit of patience he had. It was

plan to get Natalie alone so he would have a chance to win her

on it like trash

more 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 at all. Besides, she thought that as the

usual

them

is indeed important to a successful independent designer, I believe,” Clyde said, analyzing the matter logically. “I will reveal your identity on social media platforms at some point and arrange an exclusive interview with you. What

scrunched her face, looking skeptical. “Isn’t it

“You deserve this kind of publicity.

She couldn’t decide

“I don’t think so.”

Natalie’s failed attempt to refuse

deepened, betraying his displeasure as he turned to Brandon. “Well, does Mr.

“The essence of fashion design lies within the creation, not the creator. A designer’s allure

called establishing a personal

glance, Brandon countered, “Natalie’s lineage is evident to all. Exaggerating her self-promotion will only

sneer, Clyde challenged, “I believe Miss White can disperse any negative rumors

a transparent attempt to drive a wedge between the

fierce glint flashed in Brandon’s eyes, barely masking the simmering anger. “Natalie is my wife. I comprehend her nature better than you could, and I’m more devoted to

gazes with Brandon. “Then Mr. Larson should also have faith in

softened as they met

Clyde awaited her

Natalie lapsed

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

Clyde argued, “Given

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

though

proceed with your approach, Miss

Clyde, unable to stomach

eyebrow and flashed a provocative grin.