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

eyes

sheepishly grinned, “I was just … walking

Reed. My assistant

her rudeness, Lexi apologized as well, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Reed. That was

high spirits, brushed the incident

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

wished she could

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. Don’t be so tense. I was

boss. But you predicted things so accurately.

doubted Natalie’s

sipped water, she simply

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

to Natalie for another design, didn’t that mean Brandon had lost the bet between

would have to serve as

of the Larson Group trading places with her as an assistant was

The thought was staggering!

she inform Sean beforehand so that Brandon could brace himself

Lexi wavered in

a chance to work in Natalie’s

she felt sincerely grateful

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

would never forget

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 secretly sent

was frantically drinking his coffee, trying to stay

that someday he might actually die because

mixed feelings, Sean picked

text message, his eyes widened in shock, and he spat

out of Sean’s mouth and exclaimed,

of Sean’s lips twitched as he

just learned from the text that Brandon had lost a bet to his wife, which had made

out that Sean now knew about his secret,

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

courage to ask, “Boss, have you… have you ever