The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Leisurely sipping her coffee, Natalie replied, “I surmised that Mandy couldn’t fulfill your vision.”

“Oh?” Carly’s confusion persisted.

Was Mandy considered an inferior designer in Natalie’s eyes? “Please don’t misunderstand.

I have no intention of disparaging Mandy.”

Observing Carly’s perplexity, Natalie clarified with a smile.

“Quite the contrary, Mandy is a remarkable designer. However, each designer possesses a unique style. Mandy’s creations lean towards opulence, making them perfect for lavish galas or soirées, but ill- suited to your specific needs.”

The moment Natalie encountered Mandy in Carly’s company, she intuitively grasped that Mandy would fail to meet Carly’s expectations for a designer.

Natalie had laid eyes on Mandy’s work, undeniably exceptional in its splendor and intricacy, but ill-suited to Carly’s grandmother’s humble demeanor. Thus, Mandy’s design style was bound to be inadequate for Carly’s satisfaction.

Natalie’s silence that day was an act of courtesy towards Mandy, a gesture to avoid the appearance of vengefulness, as their relationship was strained by an underlying grudge.

Direct confrontation risked creating an uncomfortable spectacle and might sway Carly’s choice— an outcome Natalie wished to avert.

As a designer, Natalie’s professionalism and integrity resonated with Carly.

Despite her connections to the prestigious White family and her position as Mr. Larson’s wife, Natalie defied Carly’s initial assumptions of arrogance and indifference.

Through their conversations, Carly discovered Natalie’s flawless interpersonal skills and unwavering design expertise.

This revelation softened Carly’s demeanor, and she warmly expressed her relief, “I’m so glad to have such a skilled designer like you create clothing for my grandmother. I trust you’ll exceed my expectations.”

“Absolutely!” Natalie replied, her face beaming with confidence. Presenting her prepared design sketches and materials to Carly, she suggested, “You can take these home for your grandmother to review. If she’s interested, we can discuss further.”

Noticing Natalie’s thorough preparation, Carly nodded approvingly. “Alright, I’ll visit you another day.”

Having said that, she accepted the documents, flipped through a few pages to ensure everything was in order, and stood up to leave.

the door, eavesdropping intently. She nodded periodically and murmured, “I see.” Consequently, she was caught off guard when the door swung open. She stumbled

eyes

to regain her composure, Lexi sheepishly grinned, “I was just … walking

amused smile, Natalie apologized to Carly, “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Reed. My assistant can be a bit mischievous. I hope you

as well, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Reed. That was my mistake.

in high spirits, brushed the incident

assistant? What were

Lexi wished she could

earnestly apologized again, “Boss, I’m so sorry! My curiosity got the better of me. I promise not to repeat such foolishness!”

you, boss. But you predicted things so accurately. Carly did come back to you for

had doubted

water, she simply said, “I’m a

Natalie’s remark. Suddenly, a

Natalie for another design, didn’t that

a consequence of defeat, Brandon would have to serve as Natalie’s

thought of the distinguished CEO of the Larson Group trading places with her

The thought was staggering!

Sean beforehand so that Brandon could brace himself for the

Lexi wavered

work in Natalie’s studio because Sean

school, and she felt sincerely

Sean, Lexi was also highly capable and had a great personality, which was

would never

boss to work for, but now he was replacing her as Natalie’s assistant. So, if anything went wrong in the future, Sean would have

drinking his coffee, trying

might actually die because of his

mixed feelings, Sean

his eyes widened in shock, and he spat out the coffee in his

the stream of coffee spraying out of Sean’s mouth and

he wondered how

Brandon had lost a bet to his wife, which had made him feel

Brandon found out that Sean now knew about his

Brandon massaged his temples and said impatiently, “I’ll be picking up

mustered up the courage to ask,