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?

most importantly, how was she

escalating the crisis and tarnishing

the flames of

burden settled in her chest, a stone sinking into the depths of a still lake, pulling her down with

of his hand, a silent promise of unwavering support. Yet, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of helplessness

silence, the car came to a halt before the studio entrance. The sight that greeted Natalie was a chilling confirmation

by a sea of people, waves of chatter crashing against its walls. The cacophony was a storm of voices,

circling like vultures. Their cameras were a barrage of flashes, their questions

what’s your perspective on Vivi’s tragic

of your involvement in Vivi’s death are swirling. Any

“Miss White…”

rained down, each a

how to proceed, her vision suddenly went

it over her head. The car door was opened, and with Brandon’s protection, Natalie exited

as they stepped out, a journalist holding a microphone made

“Excuse me, may I…”

before the journalist could finish, he was silenced

a testament to his role as the

these seasoned journalists, prompting them to instinctively halt their probing questions. The Larson Group held sway over a significant portion of the economic lifeline of Barnes, solidifying Brandon’s unmatched influence and power in the city. 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 dare to further obstruct Natalie for an interview. They could only watch as she and Brandon made

side for many years, viewed this scene as routine. With the bodyguards, he

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

Her tense nerves started

Brandon was

into the office, they were greeted by

to him and, with a stern