The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 524

Tasha was squatting on the floor, a tattered golden dress clutched in her arms. Stunned,

she asked, “Miss Lopez needs this dress any second now. What should we do?!” Trying to

keep calm, Natalie replied, “Don’t worry. Let’s see if we can figure out a way to fix this.”

She picked up the dress herself and examined it closely to see what could be done.

Upon close observation, she realized that the state of the dress was much worse than

she’d thought from further away. The damage was all on the front. There would be no way

to mend it without leaving visible signs of the repair.

A grimace crossed Tasha’s face. “There’s no saving it, is there?”

Natalie took a deep breath, not ready to answer the question directly. She composed

herself and asked, “Do you know who did it?”

“Delores handed over all her projects to me yesterday. Everything went well,” Tasha

replied, reflecting on yesterday and all of the work that Delores had accomplished. “But

before she left for the day, Delores did say that she wanted to give the dresses one last

look -over, saying she always thought of the dresses she works on as if they were her own

children. She was crying so hard, so I didn’t stop her. I… I didn’t even pay

her any attention. Delores was only in the work room for only a few minutes. It was all my

fault. I should have checked the dresses after she left!” Tasha was growing increasingly

flustered, speaking faster the

more agitated she became.

Given all of the painstaking work that Delores had put into the dress, Tasha had never

worried that it would’ve been safe in her hands. She never expected in a million years that

this disaster could’ve happened on her watch. “You never should have trusted Delores.

She was scheming and plotting behind our backs this entire time.” Natalie’s face darkened

as she let this truth sink in. 0

She’d always known that Delores had a mean streak, but she’d never expected that she

would’ve been so spiteful as to destroy a dress she’d designed herself just to stick it to her

colleagues.

Natalie helped Tasha to her feet and asked, “When is Miss Lopez due to arrive?”

Anxiously clenching her fingers into small fists, Tasha answered, “This morning, she said.”

“We’ll make sure that full responsibility for this disaster is laid fully at Delores’ feet. For

now, our top priority is to reassure our guest that everything will be alright,” Natalie

continued. “Tasha, you go check if Miss Lopez is here yet.” Over the course of her career

as a designer, Natalie had faced many similar disasters, and she had become a pro at

handling crisis. That was how she knew how to deal with this calmly rather than flying off

the handle like a more inexperienced person such as Tasha.

“But the dress is completely ruined. However are we going to explain that to Miss Lopez?”

Tasha had never dealt with such a disaster before. Wracked with anxiety, she said, “I

should’ve kept an eye on Delores the whole time. I should’ve known she’s not to be

trusted.”

Tasha practically beat herself up for her failure to protect the dress from the vindictive

Delores.

“Blaming yourself solves absolutely nothing.” Retaining her cool, Natalie pondered the

situation for a short while and then said, “We have to simply come up with a way to fix

this.”

Just at that moment, there was a knock at the door. From the other side of the door a

voice called, “Tasha? Are you in? Miss Lopez is here for her dress. Please come bring it out

as soon as you can. She’s waiting for you.”

In a flash, Tasha’s mind emptied completely. In a quick reflexive motion she jumped up,

grabbed the dress from Natalie, hung it on a hook, and shoved it behind other changing

clothes, doing her best to conceal the evidence of the disaster as swiftly as she could. “We

can’t let her see this,” she cried.

Tasha then headed for the door. Not knowing what she was planning on doing, Natalie

grabbed her wrist and asked, “What do you think you’re doing? What are you gonna say to

her?”

“What’s done is done. I’ll apologize to Miss Lopez, explain the situation to her, and

hopefully ask her to give us more time,” the miserable Tasha blurted out. “This is my

responsibility. Please, let me do what I have to do. I’ll handle this.”

As soon as Tasha finished speaking, she opened the door and marched out, completely

ignoring Natalie’s protestations.

Natalie was really worrying Tasha. What was she about to do?

Natalie was very aware of this particular dress. It had been designed for Estella Lopez, a

rising star in the publishing

industry as a newly famous author. Designing and producing this glorious dress had taken

a great deal of time and effort. Moreover, it was incredibly expensive. Anyone might’ve

erupted in anger at discovering their property had been damaged, but Estella was

particularly known for having a terrible temper.

Estella’s currently top bestselling debut was said by everyone in the industry to be a sure

thing for taking home that year’s writing award. And this was the dress she’d planned on

wearing when she accepted it. The ceremony was only a month away. How would they

ever replace it in time?

Natalie had seen Estella eviscerated her haters online. Estella herself unleashed such fury

upon them that they’d deactivated their accounts. People were shocked at how brutally

and efficiently she’d dealt with them.

Estella had a practical army of social media warriors fighting on her behalf. If Tasha made

her mad, bad things could definitely follow. It could even irreparably damage W Marks

Studio’s reputation in the public eye.

Natalie’s heart skipped a beat. Worried that something terrible was about to happen, she

hurried out after Tasha.

In the reception room of W Marks Studio, Estella Lopez impatiently sighed. She had

already finished her cup of coffee, but the person she was waiting for had not come to see

her yet.

She glanced at her watch and then the receptionist, who had just brought her some

desserts. “I’ve been waiting for ten minutes. Why hasn’t Dalores showed up yet? Do you

know how precious my time is? I could’ve already written a thousand words by now!” she

impatiently said.

The receptionist bowed her head and nervously replied, “Please calm down, ma’am. I’ll go

and call her in a bit.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the door of the reception room burst open from the

outside. Tasha hurried in and said, “I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” Estella sighed in relief.

However, when she looked up and saw that it was not the person she was expecting, a

deep frown appeared on her face.

“Who are you? Where’s Dalores?” she asked sharply. “Oh. Dalores has resigned. I’m in

charge of your project now,” Tasha patiently explained.

Estella’s gaze fell on Tasha’s hands. Her face darkened even more when she saw Tasha

empty- handed.

“What’s going on? Why did you come here with nothing? Aren’t you supposed to bring

over my dress? Isn’t my dress finished yet?”

Tasha was ready to admit that the dress was damaged.