The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“It’s really none of your business.Stop sticking your nose in other people’s business!”

Kaya’s words were harsh but Natalie knew it wasn’t the right time to argue with her.

She planned on getting rid of Kaya away as soon as possible, But how could Kaya let go of Natalie so easily? Kaya still held a deep-seated grudge against her.

How could she let go of such a great opportunity to get back at Natalie now?

“Hey, don’t leave now! I’m right, aren’t I?”

‘It’s apparent that you don’t in fact live a good life, Natalie,” Kaya said, continuing to pester her and grabbing her wrist to stop her from leaving.

Meanwhile, several well-dressed playboys still surrounded Sebastian and mocked him ruthlessly.

One insult after another flowed freely.

Suddenly, a passing guest accidentally broke a bottle of La Romanée-Conti wine.

The guest looked around and ordered, “Waiter, have this cleaned up.”

Ritchie shoved Sebastian aggressively and said, “Are you deaf or something? He told you to clean up, waiter!”

Sebastian shot a frigid glance at Ritchie.

His sharp and threatening look made all the young men around shudder.

Another person stepped forward to diffuse the situation.

In a persuasive voice, he said, “Mr.Klein, let this go.”

After all, the blood of the Klein family ran through Sebastian’s veins.

let him work as a lowly servant? Ritchie turned a deaf ear to the persuasive words and remarked with a wry smirk, “The work Sebastian does on a regular basis is quite similar to this in any case.I

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that Sebastian didn’t move, he pushed him roughly on the shoulder and shouted, “Hey! Sebastian, I

tunic came over with

a cough, he said, “Excuse me, boys.Please give way for me to pass.I

by rage because someone had the audacity to interrupt

on his face, and was astounded

had the gall to

guest invited by

person in the

way for Mr.Benton.And who put

made way

Mr.Benton,”

clear that he wanted to assist

his help

in Ritchie’s direction and said, “Thank you, Mr.Klein.But you are the noble young master

drained from Ritchie’s face and he looked frighteningly

decided they wanted

they had specifically invited Curt this time was not only because they wanted to celebrate Nora’s birthday but also because they wanted to

to offend Curt

anger. He nodded and bowed reverentially. He looked at the huge pool of red wine before him and

tone attracted

tall, well-postured man who

smiled at Sebastian and said, “You brat, what are you

Curt Benton on a

a sudden stroke halfway up the mountain, and it was Sebastian who carried him

two had kept in touch, and soon

had become very good

also among the few who

doing business for decades, after all, and was quite well-informed about the business of his peers, both public and