The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 809

“Let’s face this together. We’ll take the security detail with us. Whatever comes our way, we’ll navigate through.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, Natalie nodded.

As they journeyed to the studio, Natalie restlessly shifted in her seat.

“Please speed up. I fear for Lexi.”

Brandon’s hand tightened around hers, his words a soothing balm.

“Lexi will be okay.”

Tears brimmed in Natalie’s eyes, her voice quivering as she confessed,

“If anything happens to Lexi, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Don’t worry.”

Brandon leaned in, his voice a comforting blanket.

“The security team is already en route. They’ll keep Lexi safe.”

The reassurance offered by Brandon breathed a moment’s respite into Natalie’s fraught nerves.

Yet, the calm was fleeting, her heartbeat quickening again as she contemplated the impending confrontation.

Could this chaos be the handiwork of the puppet master she was yet to unmask? Was this turmoil another thread in their intricate web of conspiracy?

importantly, how was

could have catastrophic consequences, potentially escalating the crisis and tarnishing the Larson

thoughts fanned the flames of

a stone sinking into the depths of a still lake, pulling her down

solace Brandon could offer was the reassuring squeeze of his hand, a silent promise of unwavering support. Yet, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of helplessness that hung around

silence, the car came to a halt before the studio entrance. The

sea of people, waves of chatter crashing against its walls. The

moment the media sharks spotted Brandon’s car, they swarmed towards it, circling like vultures. Their cameras were

your perspective

whispers of your involvement in Vivi’s death are

“Miss White…”

down, each a thirsty plea for Natalie’s

was unsure of how to proceed,

removed his suit jacket and placed it over her head. The car door was opened, and with Brandon’s protection, Natalie

soon as they stepped out, a journalist holding a microphone made his way through the crowd towards them,

“Excuse me, may I…”

journalist could finish, he was

to

Any missteps against him could result in losing their footing in Barnes. with just a flick of his wiist. Recognizing the potential consequences, the reporters didn’t

viewed this scene as routine. With the bodyguards, he quickly dispersed the media and onlookers, ensuring his boss and Natalie could enter the

engulfed in darkness, Natalie felt a sense of relief as the commotion around her gradually subsided,

nerves

was

the office, they were

him and, with a stern expression, calmly