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?

how was

catastrophic consequences, potentially escalating the crisis and tarnishing the Larson family’s and the White family’s

thoughts fanned the flames

into the depths of a still lake, pulling her down with

squeeze of his hand, a silent promise of unwavering support. Yet, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of helplessness that hung around Natalie like a

to a halt before the studio entrance. The sight that greeted Natalie

of chatter crashing against its walls. The cacophony was a storm of voices, the subjects of their heated debates lost

spotted Brandon’s car, they swarmed towards it, circling like vultures. Their cameras were a barrage of flashes, their questions were

White, what’s your perspective on Vivi’s tragic

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

“Miss White…”

a thirsty plea for Natalie’s

unsure of how to proceed, her vision suddenly

placed it over her head. The car

a journalist holding a microphone made his way through the crowd

“Excuse me, may I…”

could finish, he was silenced by Brandon’s sharp,

a testament to his role as the

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

by Brandon’s side for many years, viewed this scene as routine. With the bodyguards, he quickly dispersed the media and onlookers, ensuring his boss and Natalie

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

tense nerves

Brandon was

stepped into the office, they were greeted by the sound of

and, with a stern expression, calmly walked deeper