The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 796

Chapter 796

Even if she truly detested Natalie, she’d compete honorably through her designs, not with underhanded tactics.

Momentarily entranced by her resolve, Draco soon regained his composure, regarded Mandy calmly, ands replied fiatly, “You’ve misunderstood, Miss Hamilton. Your character is none of my concern.”

Tears brimming, Mandy’s voice quivered. “What do you mean it’s not your concern? Am I that insignificant to you, Draco?”

Unmoved by her distress, Draco remained poised, his tone polite but distant.

“Miss Hamilton, we have no real connection. At most, we’re merely peers in the design industry.”

His words shattered Mandy’s heart, the pain so suffocating that she struggled to breathe.

Biting her lip, Mandy’s eyes reddened. Her tears threatened to spill.

Knowing Draco already harbored a strong dislike for her, she didn’t want to prolong the scene by crying in front of the man she admired. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to walk away either.

She didn’t want Draco to misunderstand her, despite her disheveled state.

And so, they stood in a silent standoff near the restroom door, neither one yielding.

At last, Draco’s heart softened, and he sighed. “Miss Hamilton, how long do you plan to stand here blocking my path?”

incompetent person you think I am. I aim to beat Natalie, but only

watched her flustered

secluded corner and lingered there, her heart gradually

her bold declaration, embarrassment threatening to engulf

stomping her foot. “I’ve ruined any chance I had

guided Brandon, her elegant hand pointing out the symphony of colors and lines that made up Nelson’s masterpieces. With the practiced air of a seasoned designer, she dissected the

soared, an unwelcome

with thinly veiled disdain. His heart had not prepared for the revelation that Natalie’s companion would be

us with his presence. Does he find Mr. Nixon’s art

delicate frown, and she quickly stepped into the breach for her husband. “Whether my husband appreciates these art pieces or not, surely, Mr.

ire, “Don’t take offense, Natalie. I merely thought Mr. Nixon’s raw, primal style might not

Clyde’s audacity, barely

to extricate

path, his tone dripping with arrogance. “Just a small piece of information, Miss White.

If he’s in good spirits,

artist’s chisel, arched upward, and a glimmer of contempt shone in

prattle mid-

mockery but was silenced as

clear they

man like Brandon, whose understanding of design was as limited as a fish’s understanding of flight, was something Clyde couldn’t wrap his head around. He had

mouth. Clyde wished he could evaporate,

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