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?”

that I’m not the despicable and incompetent person you think I am. I aim to beat Natalie, but only by relying

her flustered retreat,

secluded corner and lingered there,

deep breaths, she replayed her bold

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

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

unwelcome voice pierced her

a smile at Natalie. Catching sight of Brandon, his eyes. briefly flickered with thinly veiled disdain. His heart had not prepared for the revelation that Natalie’s companion would be Brandon, and he wondered if the latter had the capacity to comprehend the art

us with

stepped into the breach for her husband. “Whether my husband appreciates these art pieces or

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

audacity, barely resisted rolling her

clutched Brandon’s hand, ready to

a small piece of information, Miss White.

good spirits, he

eyebrows, sharp as an artist’s chisel, arched upward, and a glimmer of contempt shone in

prattle mid- sentence, he

was silenced as he

it was unmistakably clear they

baffling bond between Nelson and a 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 poured so much effort

earlier grandstanding left a bitter taste in his mouth. Clyde wished he could evaporate, leaving

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