The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 703 Seeing Natalie silent, Brandon assumed she was upset. “I thought you were very busy recently, so | didn’t ask you to go with me,” he explained Natalie didn’t pay attention to what Brandon had just said. For sreason, the nkept running through her head. Finally, she remembered that Elizabeth had mentioned that Brenna’s husband's nwas Ewing.

“Is his wife’s nBrenna?” Her eyes sparkled with eagerness.

Surprised, Sean asked, “Yes, Mrs. Larson, how did you know?” “Brenna is a client of the W Marks Studio, although she has expressed discontent with us recently. Now the stuhas received a lot of negative comments because of snews reports. Most likely, Brenna is involved in this in sway. I'm looking for an opportunity to talk to her about it,” Natalie said with a smile. She had a hunch from the beginning that Brenna was involved in this issue.

Of course, it could also be just Mandy's revenge.

She could only guess until the truth was out.

Yet, Natalie believed that Mandy was merely stubborn; but a cruel plan to harm Draco like that still seemed beyond her capabilities.

With a sweet smile on her face, Natalie stared at Brandon.

Noticing the slyness in her eyes, Brandon smiled and said to Sean, “Tell Mr. Olson that | will take my wife to the party.” Natalie was amazed at how casually he said that, as if bringing an uninvited guest with him was so easy.

“But honey, this must be a grand occasion. Isn't it inappropriate forto go there without the host's permission?” Natalie was in a dilemma.

The worry in her eyes almost made Brandon laugh. He suppressed a smile and pretended to be serious. “That makes sense. It sounds like | should not bring you there.” As she saw how serious he became, Natalie immediately regretted asking. She grabbed the hem of his suit and said, “No, you have promised me. How can you break your promise?” Sean snickered and coughed. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Larson. I'm sure everyone wants to see you there with Mr.

Larson. Besides, Mr. Larson always stays longer at events when you are around and he even smiles in group photos.” Countless people wanted to curry favor with Brandon, but no one could figure out his preferences.

They could definitely not impress him with money because Brandon could make as much as he wanted, and the value of the Larson Group was rising steadily.

In terms of power, Brandon had long been the most powerful man in Barnes, and no one could say for sure how extensive the Larson Group's force was.

Woman? She was probably his only weakness. He was married to the woman he loved but rarely took her to social engagements.

Am | so unlovable?’ Brandon was dissatisfied with Sean’s comment. Did he mean no one wanted to see him but his wife? “Then I'll go upstairs and change.” Seeing the fear in Sean’s eyes, Natalie couldn't help but chuckle.

She turned around and went upstairs to change into a simple and elegant dress. Then she followed Brandon into the car.

The Olson mansion was surrounded by mountains and rivers in the suburbs. It felt a million miles from downtown.

“It's so luxurious,” Natalie said, admiring the grandeur. Her bright eyes focused on Brandon. “Shouldn't a diplomat live more modestly? Is it really appropriate for Ewing to be so high- profile?” “Ewing's family are very wealthy, and Brenna was born into a noble family. It isn’t surprising that they live in such a place,” Brandon replied.

Swallowing hard, Natalie took Brandon’s arm. Inside the mansion, people were chatting and toasting each other's good health and fortune. The guests were well-dressed. It was like a different, more luxurious world.

“Mr. Larson, you are finally here. Welcome.” Even in this crowd, Brandon was conspicuous.

The moment he entered, he was spotted and surrounded by all kinds of people who wanted to talk to him.

Natalie winked at Brandon and told him she would go and find Brenna. Brandon gave her a subtle nod. Natalie left his side and looked around. She accidentally collided with a well-dressed and dignified lady. Natalie bowed her head and apologized.

Another lady introduced then told her, “This is Mrs. Brenna Olson, the wife of the party’s host, Mr. Ewing Olson.” What a way to meet Brenna? “Mrs. Olson, I'm sorry | bumped into you.” Natalie greeted Brenna politely. “I'm Natalie, a designer at W Marks Studio.” Brenna smiled modestly and said, “I know who you are. You are Mr. Larson’s wife, but don’t introduce yourself as a designer. Such a title would disqualify you as a guest, and you certainly could not sit here and chat with other ladies.” Natalie's smile vanished.

Brenna continued, “W Marks in particular has a bad reputation. They haven't completed a design foron schedule, and they have a tendency to pass the buck. Mrs. Larson, you should leave W Marks as soon as possible, or your reputation will be also be dragged through the mud.” Brenna’s voice was light, but her words were like a sharp sword, stabbing Natalie's heart.

Natalie pretended not to hear Brenna’s warning. She frowned and asked, “Mrs. Olson, are you talking about the dress order that Mandy and Draco designed for you?” Natalie was confused. “Doesn't that project no longer have anything to do with W Marks? Mandy removed all the documents from the W Marks Stuand said she would solve the matter alone. I'm sorry to hear she didn’t. | didn’t expect Mandy to be so irresponsible or disrespectful to you.”