Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

Chapter 6

On the surface, tonight’s dinner was an intimate business mixer, a gathering of the local commercial elite.

The buzz of conversations at the venue gradually died down as word of Natalie and Shawn’s exchange made its rounds.

“Go on, dance.” Shawn nudged Natalie with a whisper, seeing her stand motionless. “If your can’t dance, you might as well roll out.”

A faint, unwavering smile played on Natalie’s lips as she regarded her adversary, silent.

Joseph, beside her, knew the request was unreasonable, but he had managed to set up this meeting with Shawn after great effort. And with the Wright family’s recent scandal, it would spell trouble if Natalie caused a scene.

“Miss…” he prodded, his voice barely above a whisper.

Natalie toyed with her empty wine glass, her smile intact, as she locked eyes with Shawn for a few seconds before suddenly reaching out and plucking the half–smoked cigarette from his fingers.

“I can dance,” she said coolly, “for fifty million. Will you pay?”

a retort. “You

turned sharp in an instant. Pinching the cigarette’s end, her

grunted in pain, reflexively swinging his hand towards Natalie’s face. But as his hand moved, he felt a sudden, searing pain. Natalie had

fit of anger, pointed at Natalie and hissed. “You bitch! I swear I’ll make the Wright family unable to show their

couldn’t help but let a small smile slip

Samuel might have wanted to use her,

then, respectful greetings echoed from the

mention of “Mr. Howard” and

her back to the entrance, Natalie tensed

legs, listening to the obsequious greetings around him, his gaze

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Chapter 6

mall last night. It was Natalie. She had returned. She seemed

the room knew of the history between Brian and Natalie. His sudden appearance charged the atmosphere with

the woman Brian had cast aside,