The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Moreover, enraged families of pregnant women also blocked her path and demanded an immediate explanation from Kailee.

Chaos reigned, and despite the protection of her assistant and security guards, Kailee couldn’t break free from the crowd. She lost her balance, crashing to the ground in an ungainly heap.

“Stop filming! Stop!” Kailee cried out in despair.

Born into nobility and elegance, she had never experienced such humiliation in her whole life! i

Despite her frenzied, desperate pleas, the journalists and onlookers showed no sympathy. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she looked up only to see the cold glint of camera flashes.

Meanwhile, Natalie lounged on a sofa, nestled against Brandon’s chest, leisurely enjoying fruits.

Witnessing Kailee’s mortifying spectacle on the live broadcast, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “She had it coming! This is the consequence of being a villain.”

Seeing Natalie’s delight, Brandon’s lips curled into a smile. “Indeed, she finally got what she deserved.”

Natalie sat up and gazed at Brandon with shining eyes. “Did you do this?” she inquired.

Brandon shook his head in response, “I haven’t had a chance to act yet. If it were me, she wouldn’t have faced just the simple fate of being discredited.”

Frustration furrowed Natalie’s brow. “Then who could it be?”

Brandon grinned, affectionately rubbing Natalie’s nose. “Silly girl, why don’t you ask your mother?”

Natalie’s eyes sparkled, and just as she was about to call Johanna, a text message from her arrived.

“My dearest daughter, Kailee won’t have the opportunity to vex you any longer.”

Natalie was moved by Johanna’s message.

She realized that it was her mother who’d intervened secretly.

Just days ago, she’d confided in Johanna about Kailee, and now, Kailee’s reputation lay in tatters.

Yet, Natalie remained puzzled. Turning to Brandon, she furrowed her brow. “As far as I know, Kailee’s parents really adore her. Wouldn’t they defend her?”

Brandon’s eyes narrowed, and a cold smile graced his lips. “The true power in the Gibson family lies not with Kailee’s parents, but her aunt. Having suffered heavy losses due to Kailee, her aunt won’t forgive her, and her parents are powerless to intervene.”

Despite the reassurance, Natalie couldn’t shake her lingering concern. “Will Kailee remain in Barnes?”

Caressing her cheek tenderly, Brandon replied, “Fear not. Embroiled in scandal, the Gibson family won’t permit Kailee to disgrace herself further in Barnes.”

Relieved, Natalie sighed. “That’s wonderful. Without Kailee, Laney’s return will be much safer.”

After all, with Kailee in Barnes, who knew what wicked deeds she might commit?

Moreover, if Laney encountered Kailee again, she might recall Garrett’s past manipulation at Kailee’s hands and feel disgruntled.

At that moment, Natalie’s phone rang.

It was Clyde Lambert.

Eagerly, he blurted out, “Miss Natalie, don’t forget our appointment this afternoon. I’ll await you at the restaurant.”

He’d anticipated this date for so long.

Now that she finally accepted, he had to call her to remind her for fear that she might cancel it for other reasons.

“I’ll be there, I promise,” Natalie assured him, chuckling at his earnestness.

This meeting was also crucial for her.

After all, promoting the studio was a crucial milestone on her journey to becoming an independent designer.

“See you then,” Clyde replied. He then breathed a sigh of relief. Anticipation coursed cell in his body aflutter as he looked forward to their afternoon appointment.

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As the call ended, Brandon fixed her with a dangerous gaze. “Who’s the man you’re meeting this afternoon? I can tell that it’s a guy by the sound of the voice.”

Sensing Brandon’s jealousy, Natalie quickly grabbed his arm.

“I’ve scheduled a meeting with an artist who captured a stunning collection of photos featuring Hannah. Surprisingly, the photos gained immediate popularity upon being posted online, and my clothing designs garnered attention as well. I want to seize this opportunity to declare my independence as a designer, so I’m meeting with this artist this afternoon to discuss publicity strategies.”

To quell his doubts, she showed him the photographs.

Brandon’s jealousy subsided somewhat as he examined the photos featuring Hannah, adorned in Natalie’s designs amidst the pastoral landscape.

“The artist’s eye for aesthetics is commendable,” he conceded, pride swelling in his chest. “He’s done your designs justice.” Brandon nodded proudly.

As Natalie watched him feign generosity, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Then help me choose a stunning dress. I must take this meeting seriously to become independent of Mr. Wesley’s studio and establish myself as a renowned designer!”

Though reluctant, Brandon couldn’t deny his wife’s charm and assisted in selecting the perfect dress.

Donning a knee-length number, Natalie twirled before Brandon, inquiring, “What do you think? Is this one lovely?”

His eyes darkened, observing her delicate legs. “No, it’s too short.”

With a sigh, she tried another.

And another.

“No, your back is exposed.”