The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 702 Just then, the sound of footsteps cfrom outside the door. With a calm and composed expression, Draco walked in and said in a low voice, “Everyone, calm down. Please, listen to what | have to say.” Unknown to anyone else, he had been standing outside the door long enough to know what they were talking about.

Draco had been so busy with other matters that he hadn't been able to pay attention to Mandy. However, he never imagined she would do something like this.

A colleague ran over in a hurry and asked, “Mr. Wesley, how are we going to make it out of this?” Although Draco was their boss, their incmostly cfrom the orders. “I will deal with it before tomorrow.” Draco spoke with a cold indifference in his face, but his tone was full of determination.

As soon as he returned to his office, he called Mandy.

When Mandy received Draco’s phone call, she was still in Brenna’s house.

“Well, Draco, you've finally decided to call me.” Only a few days had passed since the rumor had been released, and Mandy really hadn't expected Draco to call her so soon She twirled her hair around her fingers, her eyes bright with shyness. “Did you call because you wanted to cooperate withagain?” She was hoping for a more upbeat response but Draco’s voice was indifferent.

“Yes.” In fact, had Mandy been in the sroom as Draco, she could have noticed the anger in his eyes.

However, over the phone call, she seemed to miss the signs.

Mandy pursed her lips, trying to hold back her laughter. Her guess was that Draco wanted to apologize to her and she knew she would enjoy his apology; Draco was an arrogant man who never apologized to others.

And if he was apologizing, that meant he still cared about her, right? The idea of it made Mandy feel slightly giddy with joy. She decided to give Draco an out. “Tonight, Mrs. Olson’s holding a party. All the celebrities in Barnes are invited. Will you go with me? | happen to need a dancing partner.

And we can continue our conversation then.” She waited for his response, biting her lip in anticipation.

“Okay, let's talk then,” Draco agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Mandy jumped up from the sofa. She covered her face and squealed with excitement.

Draco had never been so obedient to her! In the past, Draco had never accepted her invitations of going out to the movies or watching shows together. He always made sexcuse about being too busy. Tonight's banquet would be their first date.

In the W Marks Studio, Draco also hung up the phone. He was in quite a gloomy mood. He looked at the designs on his table, but his eyes were distant and unfocused.

Mandy was holding his career over his head. Draco could never forgive such behavior. This would be the first and only the would bow his head.

After getting hfrom work, Natalie entered her house happily. As expected, Brandon was already home, reading the newspaper on the sofa.

“Did you see the designs | sent you?” Natalie leaned over expectantly, waiting to be praised. Brandon raised his head from the newspaper and folded it. He had quite a serious expression on his face. Sounding indifferent, he said, “Very good. Where are the tailored clothes?” Natalie rolled her eyes and said, “I've sent the clothes to Hannah. This is for her after all. We have to see if it fits her first. As for you, just look at the photos of the clothes.” Brandon raised his brows to look into Natalie's eyes, smiled, and then pulled Natalie's wrist. Unprepared, Natalie fell into his arms.

“Is that how you talk to your client?” Brandon pinched Natalie's chin. The two were so close that they could hear each other breathing.

His other hand found his way to her waist. He rubbed her back gently and said, “Say something.” After a pause, Natalie's heart tightened She continued, taking on a pretend air of indifference, “I should have sent the clothes to Hannah to try them on.” Brandon withdrew his fingers and laughed. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap. “You've never designed clothes for me.” Thinking of the high-end customized clothes in Brandon’s wardrobe, Natalie answered, “I don’t think my design matches your identity. | know your clothes are all exclusive and customized.” Brandon didn’t say anything, but his eyes were fixed on her. An imperceptible sense of inferiority flashed through Natalie's eyes.

Brandon started rubbing her clenched fingers in his own hands. He couldn't help but sigh slightly, “Your fingers are red.” He looked up to meet her gaze. When you have lime, helpdesign a man’s suit. “For me, your designs are priceless. They're even better than those famous brands.” A car's honk cfrom outside the door, interrupting their conversation.

Soon, Sean poked his head in and said, “Mr. Larson, tonight's banquet will start at 7 o'clock. We should leave now.” Natalie pushed herself off Brandon's lap and smoothed her dress. “Are you going to a party tonight?” As far as she could remember, Brandon had been absent from social events for quite stime.

“Well, yes. | have to go tonight,” Brandon replied as he stood up.

Handing over the guest list he had compiled to Brandon, Sean smiled at Natalie and explained, “Mr. Larson was invited by Mr. Ewing Olson to attend the party on behalf of the elites in Barnes.” Ewing Olson? The nsounded familiar.