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.

crowd seemingly nonchalantly, keeping an eye open

felt like she had stepped foot inside a movie about the rich and

lit hall was even livelier than a sunny

than she thought. Everyone seemed to be hell-bent on

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

to Natalie. “What

gaze, he saw that she was staring at several independent designers

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

her back and took another sip of

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

and glanced at Garrett from across the

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

turned around to see Garrett in a white suit standing behind

he doing

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

Natalie smiled awkwardly

told me to take care of you

in shock, as though she was just

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

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 his nose and smiled

pursed her lips, her eyes blinking a lot more than usual. Whenever she was nervous, this was her body’s physical

Sebastian, who nodded

to make sure

cleared his throat and said, “Sorry to disturb you, everyone. Allow me to introduce to you our newest and most promising designer,

way to

talented!” One of the designers gave Natalie a thumbs up

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