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?”

Mandy glared at him. “I just want to tell you that I’m not the despicable and incompetent person you think I am. I aim to beat Natalie, but only by relying on my own

flustered retreat, his feelings

and lingered there, her heart

her bold declaration, embarrassment threatening to

I an idiot?” she muttered, stomping her foot.

hall, Natalie 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 intricate details and design principles of each piece. Brandon, an art neophyte, found himself ensnared by the alluring labyrinth of creativity

an unwelcome voice

sight of Brandon, his eyes. briefly flickered with thinly veiled disdain. His heart had not prepared for the revelation that

blurted, “Ah, Mr. Larson graces us with his presence. Does he

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

Natalie. I merely thought Mr. Nixon’s raw, primal style might not sit well with a hard-nosed businessman.

audacity, barely resisted rolling

Brandon’s hand, ready to

a small piece of information, Miss White. I’ve had the pleasure of Mr. Nixon’s company thrice and maintain a

spirits, he

an artist’s chisel, arched upward, and a glimmer of

deemed Clyde unworthy of his time. Cutting off the latter’s prattle mid- sentence, he guided Natalie toward Nelson, who was hovering

yearned to renew his mockery but was silenced as he watched

clear they shared a close and

was as limited as a fish’s understanding of flight, was something Clyde couldn’t wrap his head around. He had poured so much effort into currying favor with Nelson, and yet, Brandon

bitter taste in his mouth. Clyde wished he could evaporate, leaving nothing behind

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