The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband
Chapter 57
“Cassie!” The man was stunned when he saw who had called his name. Then he broke into a wrinkly smile. “Didn’t I give you my number last time? Why didn’t you call me?”
As he spoke, his eyes roamed over her body hungrily.
When she saw that she still had a chance, Cassie walked to his side and slipped her arm into his. “Mr. Sherman, I’m sorry. I wanted to call you, but I lost your card.”
Nobody cared that she was lying.
The man smiled knowingly and put his wrinkled hand on Cassie’s waist. He had been interested in Cassie ever since the beginning. His gaze landed on her bulging cleavage, lust filling his eyes. “Why haven’t you gone inside yet?”
“My friend couldn’t make it and give me her invitation, but the staff didn’t let me in.” Cassie stuck out her lower lip, batting her eyelashes at the old man coquettishly.
“In that case, you can come in with me. But you have to be with me tonight.” The man’s eyes stared into hers hungrily.
While he didn’t think that Cassie was that pretty, he couldn’t get over her because he hadn’t gotten her yet.
Then, he looked at his young female companion and said in a low voice, “You can go now. I’ll have my secretary transfer the money to your account.”
Hearing this, the girl glanced at Cassie indifferently. She didn’t know why Cassie was so eager to have this old man. Oh well, life was difficult for everyone, the girl supposed. It didn’t matter. Anyway, she’d still get the money, and that was all that mattered.
With a smile, the girl nodded and left.
The man brought Cassie to the dinner party as his plus one.
When they entered the banquet hall, Cassie heard glasses clinking everywhere. The magnificent hall was brightly illuminated, while the sound of saxophones and pianos playing stimulated her senses.
The Larson Group wasn’t playing around. The dinner party reeked of extreme luxury. There were even gambling tables and billiard tables by the side, for when guests got bored.
keeping an eye open
second Natalie entered the banquet hall, she felt like she had stepped
lit hall was even livelier
Everyone seemed to be hell-bent on meeting some invisible goal, hopping from table to table and
stopped a waiter and took a glass of red wine for himself and a glass of
orange juice to Natalie. “What are you
gaze, he saw that she was staring at several independent
Group actually invited those design masters. They’re constants at international fashion shows. I didn’t think I’d see them here.” Natalie sipped at her
put his hand on her back and took another
a nobody from the Larson Group. I haven’t even been regularized yet. How could
down his glass and glanced
caught his gaze and immediately sprang into action. As if he had just received an urgent order, he deserted the crowd he had been talking to and
see Garrett in a white suit standing
was he doing
trying to avoid her? Why did he take the
Harding.” Natalie smiled awkwardly
me to take care of you tonight. Are you free?
as though she was just informed that she had won
I? Mr. Harding, are you
designers in your field. They seldom come back. They all just happen to be here this time because of a fashion show. It’s a rare opportunity to meet them all in one place.” Garrett pushed his glasses up
her lips, her eyes blinking a lot more than usual. Whenever she was nervous, this
looked at Sebastian, who nodded at
to make
designers. Garrett cleared his throat and said, “Sorry to disturb you, everyone. Allow me to introduce
of his way to introduce her, the designers all
the designers gave Natalie
international design trends, the conversation between the designers could’ve kept going
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