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?”

dare you!” Shawn hadn’t expected such a

instant. Pinching the cigarette’s end,

moved, he felt a sudden, searing pain. Natalie had seized his finger,

scanned the room and, in a 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

endure the evening in deference to her grandfather’s reputation. Samuel might have wanted

then, respectful greetings echoed

caught the mention of “Mr. Howard”

the entrance, Natalie tensed at

long legs, listening to the obsequious greetings around him, his gaze fixating on the familiar silhouette

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Chapter 6

hadn’t been mistaken at the mall last night. It was Natalie. She had returned. She seemed

knew of the history between Brian

cast aside, there had once been connections