The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 698 However, she still needed a nfor her future studio...

A few hours passed in a blink of an eye. When Natalie had got off from work and exited the studio, she spotted a half-opened window of a Bentley parked not far away. Mesue was sitting in the driver's seat, wearing a plain white shin that revealed her toned muscular arms.

She waved her hand at the sight of Natalie and yelled, “Hey, Mrs. Larson! Get in the car.” Confused, Natalie walked towards the car and assured, “You don’t have to pickup from work anymore. I'm safe now. | don’t need protection.” Mesue glanced behind Natalie instinctively and replied, “Mr. Larson may be a few minutes late because of a meeting. He sentto pick you up. Get in, please. I'm just doing my job.” Natalie resigned and opened the door to hop in. From the corner of her eye, she saw two strange figures following her sneakily.

“Please stay in the car. I'll see what those two guys want,” Mesue whispered warily.

“Be careful,” Natalie cautioned anxiously. After acknowledging Natalie's concern, Mesue ran towards the two men.

Natalie peered at the situation from the rear mirror and saw that Mesue had already subdued the two men.

She was good. The two men did not even have the chance to escape.

“Mrs. Larson, you can cout now.” Natalie got out of the car and walked over with a solemn look on her face.

She glared at the two men kneeling on the ground and asked fiercely, “Who sent you here?” The two men kept their silence However, they opened up soon after Natalie said she would hand them to Brandon. The two men trembled at the mention of his nand stammered, “The Klein family sent us. Mr. Seth wanted to meet his son, but Tasha refused his request. So, he hired us to threaten you into talking Tasha into it.” Natalie frowned and asked, “Shouldn’t Seth be in prison? How could he hire you when he’s in jail?” The two men exchanged glances, and one answered weakly, “Beats us. We used to be just the Klein family’s chauffeurs. But now, we only do things for money.” Natalie got impatient and didn’t feel like arguing with them.

Long ago, Brandon had held a grudge against the Klein family and eventually settled his scores with them. Most of the members of the Klein family were either dead or punished. That included Seth, who had been sent to prison.

Moreover, Brandon had stayed out of contact with the Klein family. They had been utterly defeated. How was it possible for them to make a comeback? Natalie took a deep breath and calmed down. She said with a cold smile, “Go back and tell the Klein family this. None of the Kleins are allowed to see Tasha’s child. Also, the child's surnwill follow Tasha’s. He will have nothing to do with the Kleins.” She sneered, “You're lucky | am the one who stopped you today. Otherwise, | doubt you can leave here alive.” She gestured to Mesue to let them go.

Mesue obliged and untied their wrists.

“You should thank Mrs. Larson,” Mesue scorned as she gave them two hard kicks on the butt. Thank you, Mrs.

Larson,” the two men bowed and said obediently before leaving in a hurry.

After watching the men leave, Natalie found Mesue frowning at her in confusion. “Mrs. Larson, you're being softhearted again,” she grumbled.

Natalie sighed and explained, “It's not a big deal. Don’t bother Brandon about this. If he knew the Klein family was back to cause trouble, he would definitely wipe them all out this time.” She didn’t concern herself with what would happen to the Klein family. However, she didn’t want to reopen Brandon's wound surrounding that family. She intended to keep mum about the incident out of love and protection for him.

Soon after, Natalie called Tasha and told her about the incident.

“I rejected Seth's request, but it never occurred tohe would harass you. | was too careless,” Tasha said sullenly. She was seldom irritable, but her tone was unusually annoyed.

Initially, Tasha’s heart wavered when Seth tried to reach out to her. However, after learning he had harassed Natalie, she decided not to let her child see this vicious man! “It doesn’t matter. The matter is resolved for now. | just wanted to warn you to be more careful,” Natalie comforted her as she gradually calmed down. Unfortunately, she realized Brandon had heard her conversation when she turned around and met his gaze.

Natalie hung up the phone hastily and stammered, “When did you come? Why didn’t | hear you coming?” “You were too focused on your conversation. I've been standing behind you for the past few minutes,” Brandon replied casually. Noticing Natalie trying to hide her phone behind her, Brandon stared at her guilty look and laughed. “I've heard everything you said to Tasha.” Natalie felt frustrated and gave up hiding her phone. She took it out and sulked. “Fine. So, what are you going to do with it?” she asked.

Brandon looked at her playfully and teased, “What's wrong with you? Why are you so nervous7 Did you think | would kill them all or something?” Natalie wanted to argue but quickly restrained herself. Besides, regardless of his plans, it wouldn't make much difference.

“Don’t worry. | will just get those people to leave Tasha alone,” Brandon assured her. His voice was deep and powerful.

Natalie frowned and said, “Are you really willing to help her?” Brandon looked serious and caressed her cheek. “Why are you so surprised?” he asked gently.

Natalie shook her head and shrugged as she looked into his eyes. “Are you sure you want to be involved with the Klein family again?” she asked worriedly.

“Tasha has nothing to do with the Klein family. She is your friend. Isn't that enough reason to help?” Brandon said as he looked at her calmly. 1 Natalie answered firmly, “Yes, Tasha is no longer part of the Klein family.” For the next few days, Natalie was busy designing and sending the fabrics to the factory for Hannah's new clothes.

By the tshe was back one day, she saw a truck outside the studio, carrying goods. There were men moving things out of the stuand into the truck.

“What are you doing moving the things from our studio?” Natalie walked up to them.