The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 672 “Drive back to the company, Sean.” Brandon's voice was so cold it could make a person’s scalp tingle.

For the first time, Sean disobeyed Brandon's orders. Crossing the road, he tailed Draco and Natalie not far away from them. “It’s dark so it’s hard to see clearly. We were probably mistaken. Maybe that is just a woman who looks like Mrs. Larson...” Sean felt the guilt filling him as soon as he finished. How could there be such a coincidence? Did Draco know someone who resembled Natalie that much? Nevertheless, Sean still couldn't wrap his head around the thought that Natalie would cheat on Brandon It was simply impossible.

Brandon stared at Draco, eyes cold and vicious. Sean lowered his head as much as he could. Never once had he followed someone in such embarrassment.

Perhaps it was because of the cold sight from behind, Draco suddenly stopped and looked back. His gaze fell directly on Sean's furtive eyes inside the car.

“Sean, what a coincidence! Were you following me?’ With a gentle smile, Draco stood in front of their car.

The woman beside him turned her head as well. Her profile was similar to Natalie's but when she turned around, she didn’t look like Natalie anymore.

“Are they your friends, Draco? 1 thought they were stalkers and almost called the police.” “There's an old friend of my inside the car Mandy, can you wait a moment? I'll say hello to him.” Draco pulled away from her and walked over to the car. A smile crept on his lips as soon as he saw the man in the back seat “Mr. Wesley, 1 thought you were shopping with Mrs. Larson. 1 saw you've been walking for such a long tand wanted to offer you a ride.” The lie made Sean red with shame. It was so clumsy even he hardly believed it.

When the woman called Mandy looked back, Sean widened his eyes and finally confirmed that she simply had a resemblance with Natalie. Looking closely, the two women hardly looked the same.

“Really? Can you see it now? It's not Natalie.” The gentle and courteous smile on Draco’s face was a contrast to Sean's guilty expression.

From the backseat, Brandon also saw Mandy's face clearly. He breathed a sigh of both relief and embarrassment.

Closing his eyes, he pretended to be oblivious.

“Mr. Wesley, are you taking your friend to dinner?” Sean saw that Brandon had pretended to be asleep in the back seat and had to finish the show, “She’s new to Barnes so I'm showing her around. I'll have to return to the company later for work,” Draco said, his eyes full of meaning. “Say hello to Brandon for me. He's still the sas before, so easily jealous.” Brandon could clearly hear it from the backseat but couldn't refute it. Instead, he gritted his teeth and turned away in disdain.

Draco had a satisfied smile when he turned around He walked back to Mandy and they continued to the restaurant, talking and laughing.

“This restaurant's decor remains unchanged from before. 1 noticed that several other restaurants have been refurbished.” Mandy couldn't resist sighing as she surveyed the decorations.

“Vintage is cool. People may appreciate different styles only if they have a variety of aesthetic criteria.” Draco chivalrously pulled out the chair for Mandy.

“You are just as thoughtful as you used to be.” Mandy smiled at Draco with affection in her gaze. Mandy exuded a certain intellectual charm.

“Please order whatever you like. It's my treat.” Draco sat across from her. appearing lost in thought and seeming absent-minded.

“Did the people in that vehicle your friends? The car looked quite expensive. | don’t recall you mentioning any friend who owns a car like that.” Mandy casually flipped through the menu, her natural instinct sensing something was bothering Draco.

Draco took a sip of water and then smiled as he clarified the situation. “To be precise, we're not friends. He happens to be the husband of one of my employees. They probably got into a fight, 1 think.” “So, they fought? But what made them follow us?” Intrigued. Mandy set aside the menu and asked with curiosity.

After pondering for a moment, Draco expressed, “There's a possibility that he intended to inquire withabout something, but regrettably, the individual he sought is absent from work today.” “Why didn’t you inform him’ It seems like that guy will squander more of their time.” In astonishment, Mandy covered her mouth.

Calmly, Draco picked up the menu that Mandy had just set down on the table and stated, “You're aware that | prefer not to meddle in other people’s family matters. Brandon must fix this matter on his own if he really had a fight with his wife.” With a smile and a shake of her head, Mandy asked, “His nis Brandon Larson, correct? 1 actually heard of him. It’s been years since we last met, and your once-reserved personality has transformed. You appear to be much more extroverted than you were previously.” Upon noticing Draco flipping through the menu, an idea sparked in her mind. “I would like to try their specialty dish Kindly order it for me.” Draco waved his hand to signal the waiter over and swiftly put the prior incident out of his mind.

Meanwhile, Sean hastened his pace and returned to W Marks. Their earlier stalking episode and the conversation with Draco had consumed a substantial amount of time, and they might have missed Natalie when she finished work.

Upon arriving at the W Marks Studio, the car stopped, and a couple who appeared to be flirting emerged from the entrance.

“Is that not Doctor Watson?” Sean was astonished to see Frank, who was usually distant and indifferent, on a date at this place.

Brandon had a neutral expression. He felt uneasy seeing the guy and woman there with their fingers clasped.

Frank kissed Elizabeth softly on the cheek and gently rubbed her head with his large palm. Elizabeth then persuaded Frank to grab the vehicle.

Frank was going to cross the street when he unexpectedly noticed a black luxurious car nearby. He scowled and stepped over to the window, knocking twice.

Brandon sat in the rear seat while the glass window gradually rolled down. His icy gaze landed on Frank's face.

“What?” “It really is you. You cto pick up Natalie, right?” Scowling. Frank glanced back at the towering building.

“Perhaps you should go and search for her upstairs.”