The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 699 One of them pointed at the stuand grumbled, “Go and ask the woman inside. She's the one who hired us to move things out!” Natalie immediately rushed in and saw a woman with short hair and black rimmed glasses standing atop a chair in the middle of the room.

She was about to ask the woman what was going on when Elizabeth suddenly stopped her.

“Calm down. It's just Mandy who is throwing a tantrum here, trying to take away all the things that she gave to W Marks, including the carpet, lamps, and even the desserts in the fridge. Looking around, Elizabeth walked Natalie to her desk and made her sit down.” Let's just continue with our work and ignore that psycho.” Natalie was rendered speechless. Glancing at the short-haired woman, she asked, “Who is she? Why didn’t Mandy cherself?” “It’s Mandy Hamilton we're talking about. How could she chere to do the dirty work herself?” Elizabeth joked sarcastically. She then raised her voice and continued, “Naturally, she would hire lackeys to do the dirty work for her. Anyway, let them take everything, even the scraps. We don’t want them accusing us of stealing their property.” The other designers in the room burst into laughter.

Even Natalie chuckled and looked at her colleague, asking, “Who the hell is she?” “She’s Ivy, Mandy's assistant.” Ivy heard the designers laughing at her and jumped off the chair.

“What are you giggling about? Open your drawers and handbags. | have to search!” Ivy demanded. It seemed like she was afraid of missing something and she was staring at everyone like they were thieves.

“Why should we let you search our personal belongings? If Mandy has left something here, she should cand search for it herself! | don’t work for her. Why should | listen to her orders?” Natalie snapped.

Hearing those sharp words, Ivy was speechless. Gritting her teeth, she hissed, “I have to make sure that you don’t have anything that belongs to Miss Hamilton!” Ivy recognized Natalie because Mandy had asked her to pay special attention while examining Natalie before she cto the studio.

“You're Natalie! Showyour bag! | have reason to believe that you stole something from Miss Hamilton!” Seeing that Natalie sat still, Ivy was about to grab her purse Natalie kept an unshakable expression as she snatched her purse away before Ivy could touch it. “Go and tell Mandy that if she has lost something, | can buy her a new one. She doesn’t have to use such dirty tricks. We can’t let you humiliate our designers like this!” Natalie then threw her purse heavily on the desk.

Ivy's heart jolted. She knew that if she didn’t argue back, Natalie would gain the upper hand. “Miss Hamilton toldshe lost the latest limited edition Patek Philippe diamond necklace. There is only one in the world, and she owns it!” “Oh? Patek Philippe released a diamond necklace this year, huh? As far as | know, they only made watches.

Didn't you say there was only one in the world? It must be really expensive then. Why don’t | call Patek Philippe’s headquarters to ask about it?” Elizabeth also said in a contemptuous voice, “Don’t forget that we're designers. You're too young and too inexperienced to be talking about luxury brands with us.” “Patek Philippe makes watches. They don’t make jewelry.” Ivy's face turned red as she gritted her teeth, glaring at Natalie.

Amused by her anger, Elizabeth questioned, “Do you even know who Natalie is? She’s from the White family, you know that?” Ivy's expression darkened in contrast to her now pale face.

It turned out that she was from THE White family, and then Ivy thought about Brandon Larson. At first, Ivy thought this Natalie was just an ordinary woman who had the snwith the White family daughter and Brandon's wife, but she turned out to be wrong. She didn’t expect that the woman before her was the Natalie White.

Mandy hadn't told her about it and now she had offended her.

Naturally, Mandy wasn’t intimidated by Natalie's family background and status, but Ivy was just an assistant. If she offended the White family or Brandon, she would live a miserable life.

Ivy didn’t dare to stir up trouble for Natalie any longer when she learned about her identity. Instead, she vented her anger on the other employees, “Move all Miss Hamilton's belongings to the van! Now! If you don’t hurry, I'll deduct your salary!” Meanwhile, Natalie was leaning against the door leisurely, recording every item those people had taken away.

Ivy glanced at her and asked nervously, “What are you recording? We are just moving Miss Hamilton's things out.” “I'm just afraid you might steal something from W Marks. At least | can produce sevidence if anything had gone missing,” Natalie answered casually with a smile.

Ivy gritted her teeth. She wanted to lash out, but instead, she replied apologetically, “Of course. | understand.” She returned to supervise her employees as they carried Mandy's belongings. After the move, she bid farewell to everyone with a fake smile.

Natalie and Elizabeth watched the moving truck drive away and heaved a sigh of relief as they returned to their desks.

“It’s finally over. They were gross. With them here the entire morning, | couldn’t even focus on my work,” Elizabeth said in annoyance. She was about to get a cup of coffee when her phone on the table suddenly rang.

“Hello, who is this?” Elizabeth answered. “Is Draco there? | need to speak to him,” a serious voice cthrough.

“Of course. Ma'am, may | get your name? Mr. Wesley is not in the stunow. | will inform him you called,” Elizabeth asked politely despite her confusion.

“I'm Brenna Olson. Draco promised he would be done designing my dress soon. | already waited for three days, but I've yet to receive any news from him,” the woman replied impatiently.

Brenna was a diplomat’s wife. Rumor had it that she was a serious and reputable lady. Although Elizabeth had only conversed with her on the phone for a short time, she could already feel this lady’s arrogance.

“Certainly, ma’am. | will let Mr. Wesley know when he comes back,” Elizabeth said as respectfully as she could.

As she was about to hang up, Brenna said in a dignified tone, “By the way, tell Draco my patience had run thin. | want to see the design within two days. W Marks is the most famous independent stuin Barnes.

| didn’t expect its designers to be so unprofessional. | am very disappointed.” “Ma’am, it’s not entirely Mr. Wesley's fault. Besides, you should ask Miss Hamilton about your design,” Elizabeth tried explaining calmly.