The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“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.

seemingly nonchalantly, keeping an eye open for

she had stepped

but the brightly lit hall was even livelier

hell-bent on meeting some invisible goal, hopping from table

and took a glass of red wine for himself and a glass

the orange juice to Natalie. “What

staring at several independent designers in a

the Larson 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 orange juice absentmindedly, her eyes filled with shock

Sebastian put his hand on her back and took another

into laughter. “I’m just a nobody from the Larson Group. I haven’t even been regularized yet. How could I possibly

his glass and glanced at Garrett from

action. As if he had just received an

see Garrett in a white suit standing

was he doing

trying to avoid her? Why did he take the initiative to talk to her

Mr. Harding.” Natalie smiled

told Natalie, “Mr. Larson told me to take care of

the floor in shock, as though she was just informed that she had won the

Can I? Mr. Harding, are you sure? I’m just a

to deal with some things tonight, so he told me to introduce you to the top designers in your field. They seldom come back. They all just happen

more than usual. Whenever she was nervous, this

Sebastian, who nodded at her

to make sure she wasn’t

his throat and said, “Sorry to disturb you,

to introduce her, the designers all looked

very talented!” One of the designers gave Natalie a thumbs up and smiled, which made Natalie

international design trends, the conversation between the designers could’ve kept