The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Natalie tugged at her wet dress that was clinging to her legs.

The sweet scent of roses from the wine wafted in the air.

Natalie immediately moved back from Cassie and glared at her. “You did it on purpose! You didn’t have an invitation, right? How did you get in?”

Cassie smirked at her. “Of course, I walked in. I have my ways. I can get into parties even without the invitation.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and raked her eyes across Natalie — back to her arrogant self. “I accidentally stained your dress. How about I compensate for it? How much is this dress? Is it even a hundred dollars?”

Cassie took out three hundred dollar bills from her handbag and threw them at Cassie’s face. “I’ll compensate you three times the price. You don’t have to thank me.”

Sebastian put down the glass and stood up, his face taut with anger.

He grabbed some tissues from the table and tried wiping the stain from Natalie’s dress, which was dripping with wine.

Then, he glared at Cassie as if he wanted to burn her alive.

“I’m fine. It’s between her and me. Please don’t get involved in this.” Natalie felt the coldness emanating from him. She quickly grabbed the tissues from his hand, trying to calm him down.

She feared that Sebastian might end up beating up Cassie until she passed out.

Moreover, her dress indeed wasn’t expensive.

Cassie had perhaps already figured that out. How could a poor woman like Natalie afford an expensive dress? She didn’t even have decent clothes to wear for opulent dinner parties. After all, she struggled to make ends meet.

know what kind of occasion it is? Don’t you have any sense of aesthetics? How could you come here wearing a cheap dress? Don’t you have money to even afford a

had thrown on the floor. She smiled and picked up a plate of stewed beef from a waiter walking past her and turned it over

What the hell are you

Cassie

were stuck on her head, and the sauce dripped from her head, staining her dress and dribbling down

of her sockets. “You bitch!” she shouted

the spoiled

this dish was not boiling hot. Otherwise, it would have burned your artificial face for which you

them at Cassie’s face. “Take back your three hundred dollars. You ruined my dress, and I did the same to you. We’re even. How much is

you a lesson today!” Cassie quickly wiped the

stood in front of Natalie to protect her. His face darkened

and experienced. Before Sebastian could do anything, one of the staff dragged Cassie away and threw her to

the commotion, he rushed over and walked through the crowd. His eyes widened when he saw Natalie’s stained dress and Cassie’s disheveled hair. The

is making trouble?” Garrett asked, his jaw tense

the Larson Group the previous time. Later, she

so far faded in comparison

she pouted, trying to sound pitiful. “I accidentally spilled wine on her dress,

makeup and clothes were ruined, and she looked terrible at the

her hatred for Natalie intensified. The woman had ruined her night and her chances

eyes and fell silent. Sebastian pulled her closer into his arms and sneered. “You should have

have attacked Cassie, but she

up together, she found out

smiled tenderly and stroked Natalie’s hair as he

glasses up the bridge of his nose and looked at Sebastian. The

at the waiter.