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.

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

of eyes

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

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Reed. My assistant can

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Reed. That was my mistake. I hope you

in high spirits,

be a professional assistant? What were you doing eavesdropping? I can’t imagine Sean ever doing something

wished she could

apologized again, “Boss, I’m so sorry! My curiosity got the better of me. I promise not to repeat such foolishness!” Natalie, not meaning to cause distress, waved her hand dismissively. “It’s fine.

relief and said, “Thank you, boss. But you predicted things so accurately. Carly did

doubted

water, she simply said,

up at Natalie’s remark. Suddenly, a thought crossed her

for another design, didn’t that mean Brandon had

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

Larson Group trading places with her as

The thought was staggering!

so that Brandon could

wavered

to work in Natalie’s

and she

and had a great personality, which was the reason

never forget

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 to clean up the mess. After much deliberation, Lexi

his coffee, trying to stay awake for Brandon

that someday he might actually die because

mixed feelings, Sean

message, his eyes widened in shock, and he

was doing some paperwork when he saw the stream of coffee spraying out of Sean’s mouth and exclaimed, “Sean, has

of Sean’s lips twitched as he wondered how to tell Brandon about

the text that Brandon had lost a bet to his wife, which had

about his secret, would he kill him to

the dull look on Sean, Brandon massaged his temples and said impatiently, “I’ll be picking

before he finally mustered up the courage to ask, “Boss, have you… have