The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“In that case, we’ll be taking our leave now.”

“I’m perfectly safe here” Elizabeth said as she walked them to the door.

“Don’t worry about me. The workers aren’t done moving things, anyway. The whole place is just a mess. Once I finished cleaning up, I’ll definitely invite you two back for a small home warming party.”

“Well, if you run into any problems, don’t hesitate to call me. We haven’t found Jorge yet, so we should be careful at all times.”

“Do you realize you’ve become as much of a nag as my aunt?” Elizabeth t**sed, though she did feel warm from Natalie’s words.

They exchanged goodbyes, and Natalie and Brandon made to leave.

They walked past the workers, who were still busy shuffling things around.

Jorge was lifting a cabinet when he accidentally met Brandon’s eyes again.

Fear immediately gripped him. He hurriedly raised the cabinet higher to hide his face.

Noticing that Brandon was peering at one of the workers, Natalie followed the direction of his gaze and asked, “What are you looking at?”

All she could see was a towering cabinet.

Brandon shook his head and looked away.

“It’s nothing. Let’s go.”

But the small exchange bothered Natalie, and the more she thought about it, the more baffled she became. She couldn’t help but crane her neck to take a few more glances at the man behind the cabinet. Upon closer inspection, she realized that this man looked a little different from the rest of the workers.

clean and new, unlike the others’,

she caught a glimpse

or a scratch. He didn’t look at all like a man who made a living

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so, neither could shake off the feeling

her head to look at Brandon, only to find that he was already looking at her.It seemed like

chill raced down her

to the third floor and blurted out,

that man really Jorge?

for Brandon, he had already guessed as

since he entered Elizabeth’s place. It wasn’t until Natalie had spoken it out loud that he felt more certain about his

so,” he said

man must have come here to exact his vendetta

the banister and made to race back upstairs. She

in her tracks

Natalie

to save her. Let me go, or it might

I’ll take

cuffs. He

be dangerous upstairs. Take her to the car and wait

second. Her good friend was in danger, yet she could do nothing but to stand back and watch her husband risk his

a sullen exp**ssion, Natalie tried to rush forward

just like before, Brandon held her back at the

say,” he said, his eyes turning

me

protest, caught herself at the last

Brandon softened his