The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

When she saw the label on Natalie’s clothes, she looked surprised. Her eyes wide with awe, she asked,
“Quinn, is this the limited edition spring dress Power released?” Natalie was confused by Tiffany’s question. Truth be told, she
had no idea what brand this dress was.
‘Is... Is it expensive?” When she heard the words “limited edition”, she knew the dress must’ve cost a fortune. She didn’t expect
Brandon to be so generous to her.
“Of course it’s expensive! Most importantly, even if you had the money, you might not be able to get your hands on one,” Tiffany
chuckled, her eyes twinkling.
Then she turned to look at Emani, who was standing in front of her, and tossed her crumpled-up tissue into the trash can. “Miss
Gomez, what a coincidence to see you here! Is that a basic you’re wearing? Honey, you’re a star. You shouldn’t be wearing
something so basic. What? You couldn’t borrow a high-end dress? You should’ve askedfor help. You know I’m on good
terms with Power’s designers.”
Emani had fallen silent ever since Tiffany showed up. Tiffany was famous in the designing industry. Nobody dared to offend her-
not even Emani though she was the brand spokesperson of the Larson Group.
Hearing what Tiffany said, Emani looked very embarrassed and lowered her head. She feebly tried to change the topic and said,
“Ms. Fisher, it’s nice to see you again.”
“Yes, it’s been so long.” Tiffany said dryly. Then she smiled and turned to look at Natalie.
“Quinn, you’re a designer and you’re supposed to know what you wear. You should keep learning at least the works of famous
brands. The piece you’re wearing is authentic. Because it’s a limited edition, the fabric and style have been upgraded. There are
only five of these in existence, and they’re worth a ton of money and are only available to the top VIP customers.
On the surface, Tiffany was just explaining the facts to Natalie, but in fact, she was deliberately putting Emani in her place. She
had worked with Emani before, and she didn’t like her from the very beginning. In her eves arrogant. How could she just stand by
and watch as Emani bully her co-worker?
Both Emani and her assistant were stunned speechless.
So was Natalie She took a deep breath to calm down. She had no idea that Brandon had given her such expensive clothes.

Emani was so embarrassed that the thick layer of foundation on her face couldn’t cover her reddened cheeks. Without saying
another word, she turned around to leave. But before she could storm off, Tiffany stopped her.
“Where are you going, honey? I heard that dress’s designer is coming tonight. I thought you were friends with her? How about
we go to her and have a chat?” Emani’s heart leaped to her throat. She was just bluffing earlier. She couldn’t even borrow a
decent dress for the party, so how could she know the designer?
“No, thanks. Something urgent cup.” Emani forced a smile and turned around once more. She had to get out of here.
But before leaving, she stole one last glance at Natalie. Emani hadn’t recognized Natalie at first and had thought that she was
just a
nobody that she could bully. But now, it seemed she had made a mistake. Seeing that the onlookers around had already left,
Tiffany decided to let Emani go.
“Okay then. By the way, Emani, a word of advice-take off that basic dress. You’re a celebrity. Don’t you think you should dress
better than Natalie, a ‘regular employee’ as you said?
“Okay. Thanks for the advice, Ms. Fisher.” Emani was secretly furious, but she couldn’t deny how expensive Natalie’s dress was.
Perhaps Natalie wasn’t just the ordinary employee she thought she was.
Not daring to say anything more, she could only leave, sulking, with her assistant and change her clothes in one of the stalls.
She gritted her teeth angrily. She hated Natalie for this.
“What’re you looking for?” Tiffany eyed Natalie questioningly, who seemed to be looking for something.
“Nothing... Anyway, thank you for your help, Ms. Fisher,” Natalie said gratefully.
Tiffany shrugged nonchalantly and gave her a small smile before leaving. Natalie stayed where she was and continued to wait
outside the men’s room.
Sebastian had been in the men’s room for a while now. Just as she considered calling him, on the other end of the hall, the lights
suddenly went out. Only a glaringly white spotlight lit up the stage. The audience applauded, and everyone turned to focus on
the tall man onstage.

Natalie could tell from the man’s figure that he was Brandon. He was wearing a black mask and a suit. Facing the audience, he
gave a simple opening speech.
“Last but not least, enjoy the night.” As soon as he finished his speech, the lights went out again. Brandon descended from the
stage and disappeared behind the black curtain. Intrigued, Natalie wanted to know where he went and whether he would stay for
the ball later. But there was no way of knowing his plans.
Now that Brandon was gone, she withdrew her gaze from the stage and turned to face the door to the men’s room. Sebastian
still hadn’t cout. She paced back and forth outside the bathroom.
After waiting for a few minutes, she finally got impatient. She anxiously called Sebastian, who answered the phone after several
rings.
“Sebastian, are you okay? Why haven’t you cout yet?”
“Sorry, I have an upset stomach. I need to stay here a bit longer, but I think I’m almost done,” Sebastian said with difficulty. He
seemed to be uncomfortable judging from the tone of his voice. There was only one way in and out of the men’s room, and
Sebastian couldn’t have gone anywhere, so Natalie didn’t think too much about it.
‘ll wait for you outside the bathroom.”
After a slight pause, she pursed her lips and added in a concerned voice, “If you don’t feel well, do you needto look for some
medicine for you? Maybe you ate something bad. Do you have diarrhea?”
But as far as she could recall, she and Sebastian had eaten the sfood that day.
“No, no, it’s okay. Just wait there. I’ll be right out.” A very low sigh cfrom the other end of the line then Sebastian hung up
the phone. Natalie was idly tinkering with her phone when a tall and strong figure loomed in front of her.
It was none other than Brandon. He was wearing a black mask that covered his eyes and nose, exposing only his mouth and a
pair of black pupils.
Startled, Natalie nearly gasped, but she quickly recovered.
“Good evening, Mr. Larson.”

Why didn’t Brandon make a sound when he walked? He was like a ghost. Without saying a word, Brandon nodded at Natalie
and strode into the men’s room.
Natalie instantly felt that something was off.
Sebastian was in the bathroom, too. She quickly dialed his number again. Unbeknownst to her, inside the men’s room, Brandon
had just entered the second stall and was changing his clothes as quickly as he could.
Just as Sebastian took off his pants, his phone started ringing again. He quickly put on his pants and didn’t even have the tto
buckle up. Panicked, he fished his phone out of the pocket of his suit and answered the call.
“What?” “Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?” Natalie asked, her voice dripping with suspicion.
“I was washing my hands so I couldn’t pick up right away.” Sebastian’s forehead broke out in cold sweat as he lied through his
teeth.
“Oh, okay. Hurry up.” Without waiting for a response, Natalie hung up the phone.
A few minutes later, Sebastian finally cout. Natalie walked around him and inspected his clothing. Narrowing her eyes in
suspicion, she asked, “What took you so long? Why are your clothes wrinkled?”
She could clearly see the creases on Sebastian’s suit.Besides, when Brandon went to the bathroom just now, it took Sebastian a
while before he answered the phone.Did something happen between the two of them in the bathroom?
When this thought crossed her mind, Natalie frowned deeply. She asked Sebastian in a roundabout way, “Did you run into
Brandon in the bathroom? He went in just now.”