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.

nonchalantly, keeping an eye open for

banquet hall, she felt like she had stepped foot inside a movie about the

but the brightly lit hall

it than she thought. Everyone seemed to be hell-bent on meeting some invisible goal, hopping from table to table and exchanging tactful

a glass of red wine for himself and a glass of orange juice from his

juice to Natalie. “What

gaze, he saw that she was staring at

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

his hand on her back and took another sip of wine, looking relaxed and at

into laughter. “I’m just a nobody from the Larson Group. I

casually put down his glass and glanced at Garrett from

into action. As if he had just received an urgent order, he deserted the crowd

around to see Garrett in a white

he

her? Why did he take

Natalie smiled awkwardly and

Garrett broke into a big smile and told Natalie, “Mr. Larson told me to take care

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

are you sure?

to the top 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

a lot more than usual. Whenever she

looked at Sebastian, who

herself to make sure she wasn’t

throat and said, “Sorry to disturb you,

out of his way to introduce her, the

Natalie a thumbs up and smiled, which made Natalie

local to international design trends, the conversation between the