The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 701 The servant led Mandy to the living room. ‘Mrs. Olson was very busy with meetings sforeign students who cto visit her. Now, she is having afternoon lea.” Mandy nodded and passed her leather driving gloves to the servant. “I'll have a cup of black tea.” She then strode into the living room. Brenna was happiest while taking afternoon tea on her plump sofa. She loved the fresh fragrance of tea.

Hearing the footsteps, Brenna looked up and smiled.

“What a rare visit! Mandy, | haven't seen you in a long time.” Brenna embraced Mandy. After the hug, Mandy allowed her emotions to show. She bit her lower lip and cried, “Mrs. Olson, you really gotinto trouble.” “Don’t cry. What happened? Sit down and telleverything.” Brenna was confused but sympathetic.

The Hamiltons and the Olsons were both noble families. Brenna had watched Mandy grow up. Brenna knew that Mandy was stubborn and had a tendency toward arrogance, but she had never looked so aggrieved before.

Mandy sat on the sofa and blew her nose. She then raised her head, revealing red eyes and said, “Did you put pressure on Draco? The other designers accusedof sowing dissension between you and Draco to damage W Mark's reputation.” Brenna sat next to Mandy. “So, this is about Draco Wesley?” Mandy didn’t reply, so Brenna continued. “Draco is merely a designer. You are a Hamilton. He's no match for you.

| knew something was wrong when you called. You compromised your status to work with him. How dare he repay you so shabbily? | wanted to teach him a lesson.” Mandy stared at the floor. “Draco doesn’t likeat all. He's a proud man, Mrs. Olson. We might be pushing him too hard.” “If you weren't obsessed with being a designer like him, you would have made an excellent diplomat.” Brenna’s children were overseas. She treated Mandy like an additional daughter. The only one she got to see regularly.

She liked Mandy and had hoped she would beca well-known diplomat just like her husband. But Mandy fell in love with fashion design because for Draco. That was the path she chose.

Brenna sighed and thought for a moment. Suddenly, she stopped frowning, as if she had found a way to win.

“Listen. If we teach Draco a lesson, he will obey you in the future.” Mandy was dubious, but she stopped sobbing. “Mrs. Olson, are you sure?” “Don’t worry. | know what I'm doing.” Brenna picked up the phone and called the news station. * A week later, at W Marks Studio, Natalie was speaking to the delivery staff.

Elizabeth was drinking coffee. “Why are you so happy?” she asked when she noticed the big smile on Natalie's face.

“Hannah's outfits are finished. I've just arranged for them to be delivered. I'm picturing her surprise when she sees them.” Natalie's joy was intense. She had always wanted Hannah to wear clothes she had designed.

Elizabeth's phone rang. Smiling, she picked it up. Something horrible must have been said, a devastating blow, because Elizabeth's smile dropped and so did the mug in her hand. The latter hit the floor and shattered.

Natalie was taken aback when Elizabeth dropped the mug and spilled her coffee all over the floor. “Can you tellwhat happened?” she inquired, worried.

Elizabeth switched off her phone and placed it in her bag. With an annoyed expression on her face, she explained, “That was a call from a client to cancel the order. This is my fifth phone call of the day. It’s really not a huge deal. We constantly have a lot of orders, and sclients will cancel them from tto time. However, the cancellation today affects all large orders and major clients, including one of my projects. I've been working on this project for several days, and now it’s been put on hold because of this. All of my efforts have been in vain.

That's why I'm a little frustrated.” Elizabeth groaned and stooped down to pick up the fragments. Then, perplexed, Natalie said, “It’s unlikely that all of these clients just canceled their purchases on the sday for no apparent reason. I'll bet that something's going on.” Elizabeth looked up at her and sighed, “You've been so preoccupied with creating Hannah's outfits that you may have not been aware of the studio’s recent conditions. A few days ago, two authoritative media outlets stated that we were well behind schedule and attempted to transfer the blame. Following that, several orders were canceled.” “Is it Mandy's doing?” Natalie said without thinking.

Elizabeth reclined back in her seat after tossing the shattered coffee mug pieces into the trash can. “It’s either Mandy or Brenna, the lady that called a couple of days ago. Brenna is more likely to be the perpetrator, in my opinion. She is the diplomat—Ewing Olson's wife, and she has the authority to seek authoritative media for assistance in reporting it. We have lost a lot of orders as a result of the slanderous news. Besides, there are a lot of trolls on the Intewho are having a great tmaking us look bad to the people.” Natalie walked over to read the netizen’s comments on the computer.

“I can’t believe that this is the sW Marks people talk so highly of. | thought they were professionals, but in fact they're just not that impressive. | wonder how they becfamous in the first place.” “Hyping, of course.” “I have never liked this studio. They over charge for clothes so that ordinary people won't be able to afford them.” The more comments Elizabeth read, the angrier she became. “These people think they can say anything online? | am going to show them what I’ve got!” “Don’t act rashly. | think most of these people were hired to post these. There's no use arguing with them,” Natalie said, stopping her at once.

Many concerned coworkers rushed over and said, “What are we going to do? We've been getting a large number of calls from clients requesting cancellations.” “Mandy! It must be her! Where does she live? I'll go find her!” Several other employees were filled with righteous indignation. They rolled up their sleeves and rushed out.

Fortunately, Natalie stopped them in time.

“Everyone, calm down. Even if we confront her right now, she will just deny everything. If we lose our calm now, we will be giving her exactly what she wanted. She will use our rage to put pressure on Mr.

Wesley even more. We can’t let her have her way.” The designers did not respond immediately. They were standing at the entrance, looking at each other, when someone stated, “We're all just looking out for ourselves.

You can quit the stuand becan independent designer, but we can’t say the sfor us. Soon, this won't matter to you anyway.” Natalie was speechless.