The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“You can go in now.!'ll pick you up after work.” “Be careful, Sebastian. If those thugs know where | work, they probably know where | live.Maybe they'll ambush you at home.” Natalie grabbed his arm and looked at him worriedly.

“Don’t worry. They won't have the guts to do that.” As he spoke, Sebastian looked into the distance with a cold expression.Then he patted her on the head gently and turned around to leave, disappearing in the crowd.

Swallowing her nervousness, Natalie walked briskly into the Larson Group's building.

The woman behind Natalie snickered at her and whispered to her friend while they all waited for the elevator. “That's really her.

Where was she hiding all this while? Now that those people left, she has come out as if nothing had happened.” “She was probably waiting for the security guards to drive those people away. | think she must have availed a loan and doesn't want us to know about it,” the man beside her echoed.

Natalie was in no mood to argue with them. She turned around and decided to take the stairs. She didn’t want to think about it and decided to concentrate on work. When Natalie finally reached

her desk, no one bothered to talk to her. Gerda was usually a chatterbox who spoke nonstop. However, she seemed strangely silent today. Natalie's colleagues glanced at her and carried on with their work. They all seemed eerily calm, as if a storm were brewing to destroy her life. Natalie had been sensitive ever since she was a little girl. Sensing everyone's strange attitude, she took a deep breath and sat down to draw.

Time passed in a blur, and it was noon.

Just then, Natalie's phone chimed with Brandon's message that seemed like an alarm bell, reminding Natalie of what she had been trying to forget all day.

“I heard today’s incident has something to do with you.” Natalie's heart leaped to her throat.

What could she possibly tell him? After all, she had become the talk of the office yet again.

Natalie bit her lip and hesitated for a long time. A few minutes later, her phone chimed again.

“Answer me!” Natalie could sense Brandon's anger in the message.

“Yes, Mr. Larson. | apologize for all the trouble. A group of fraudsters has deceived an elder from my family into signing up

fora loan. I've been dealing with the issue. I'll try not fo cause any trouble to the company,” Natalie replied, hoping that Brandon would understand her situation.

All capitalists focused on their interests first. She only prayed for Brandon to show mercy and forgive her. However, this time, Brandon didn’t reply quickly like he usually did.

Natalie nervously checked her phone for new messages. Every minute seemed like an hour — it was sheer torture.

After five minutes, her head began to spin. Fortunately, she didn’t rush to ask Brandon for help. She had thought of explaining her situation to Brandon to find out if he might help her. After all, he could effortlessly solve the problem.

However, Natalie felt ashamed to ask him for help. After all, she didn’t know Brandon well. He was neither a relative nor a friend.

She didn’t even know what he looked like. He was her boss and wasn't obligated to help her. Natalie's torture finally ended when she got another message from Brandon.

“Don’t overthink about it. Focus on your work. Our company will handle this issue.”

‘What does he mean? Is he going to help me solve the problem?" Natalie couldn't believe her eyes. She read and re-read the messages over and over again. She couldn't understand why Brandon wanted to help her again.

No boss would ever be this kind to an employee. Brandon was a businessman. Natalie thought he would put the interest of the company first over anyone. But he strangely seemed different from the others.

“Am | somehow related to Brandon? Is there a secret I'm yet to unravel?’ The idea seemed ridiculous. ‘But isn't Brandon gay? Why is he doing all this for me?” There were no further specifics after Brandon informed Natalie the company would deal with the problem. Natalie had no idea how Brandon was going to deal with the issue. She didn’t dare ask him. That evening, Natalie packed her things only after everyone left.

Just as she left the company, she received a brief message from Brandon that read, “Problem solved, and the debt is written off.” Natalie's eyes widened in shock when she read the message.

Then, she calmed down and wiped the sweat off her forehead. If

they did this the legal way and the fraudsters were sent to jail, Hannah still would have to pay the debt from a legal point of view since she signed the contract which was totally legit. Brandon now told her that the company had dealt with it and the debt was written off.

Although Natalie had no idea what exactly had happened to the fraudsters, she knew Brandon must have taken care of the problem in a not-that-legal way, The debt had been bothering Natalie for a long time. Considering how Brandon had effortlessly solved the issue, Natalie once again realized how powerful he could be. Getting rid of fraudsters in a single day wasn't an easy task. It reminded Natalie of what had happened before.

However, she couldn't understand why a powerful man like Brandon was helping her time and again. Natalie was a mere employee in his company. They were worlds apart, and he didn't have to help her.

The thought seemed to gnaw Natalie's brain. She was indebted to Brandon. Besides, the man lived a wealthy life. What could she possibly give him to express her gratitude? Natalie didn't know what to do. She had been standing in the

doorway of her house, thinking about what Brandon had done.

As soon as she opened the door, the delicious smell of food greeted her. Sebastian had become a better cook. He was a quick learner and had started cooking all kinds of dishes after reading the recipes from cookbooks. Natalie rolled up her sleeves and walked over to him. Sebastian's back — his broad frame and height looked similar to that of Brandon's.

“Do you need my help? Where is Hannah?” Natalie asked, glancing around the kitchen.

“She has gone dancing with the other elderly women downstairs.

She asked us to eat first. Dinner is almost ready. Can you set the table?” Sebastian said as he ladled out the soup in the casserole.

It was just a simple gesture, but Sebastian looked stylish and exuded a majestic aura while doing it.

As they sat down to eat, Natalie stole glances at Sebastian every now and then. He not only looked handsome, but Natalie was impressed by the way he carried himself. She couldn't help but wonder if Brandon was also like him.

Natalie immediately shook her head and took another bite of the food, shaking off the thoughts bothering her. She was losing her

mind. How could she compare Sebastian with Brandon? “What are you thinking? You seem absentminded.” Sebastian propped his chin on the palm of his hand and looked at her.