The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 791

As Laney strode away with resolve, Garrett stood rooted in shock. He shook off his stupor after a few seconds and made to follow her, only to be intercepted by lan.

“What are you doing?” Garrett shoved lan aside impatiently. “Out of my way!”

lan spoke evenly. “Mr. Harding, since Mrs. Harding doesn’t wish to see you, it would be best not to disturb her.”

Garrett snorted, as if he’d just heard the most ridiculous joke. “I’m her husband. It’s none of your concern whether I seek out my wife and child. Don’t forget…”

He jabbed a finger into lan’s chest arrogantly. “You’re merely an assistant. This isn’t your concern.”

lan nodded and replied, “Indeed, I am an assistant, and it’s my responsibility to resolve issues for my employer.”

A sinister glint in his eyes, Garrett questioned, “So, are you implying that resolving issues for your employer includes sending fake divorce papers and forged wedding rings?”

lan hesitated for a moment before looking up with a calm smile. “Mr. Harding, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I serve Mrs. Harding and only act in the best interest of her and her daughter. You, however, are not my concern.”

Hearing this, Garrett’s fury mounted. Seizing lan’s collar, his eyes burning with rage, he demanded, “Tell me! Did you send the divorce agreement and the wedding ring?”

lan regarded him indifferently and countered, “Do you have any evidence?”

to Laney and the time to acquire her

such accusations. Mr. Harding, casting

and he raised his fist, intent on teaching

rushed forward in an

her

greeted by the sight of Garrett

found himself sprawled on the ground, a

above, fist raised in

cried out, incredulous, “How could you hit him?” Garrett’s head snapped in her direction, his eyes locking onto the disappointment etched across

extremely disappointed by the sight of Garrett

been through, Garrett would remain so self-centered and immature, displaying no signs of improvement in his character. Garrett walked stiffly towards Laney,

“Stop talking to me!”

“Can’t you see that he was pretending? He’s always had malicious intentions hidden deep down, and even

unable to move or react upon hearing those

should be able to tell whether lan was

intently, then helped lan get back on his feet. In a monotone voice, she remarked, “Enough. To be honest, there wasn’t

with lan and her

leave, with his face reflecting the strong sense of loss that he felt. The anguish pierced his heart, update fast overwhelming him

consider lan as part of

so, what significance did he hold in