The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 421

The next morning, Natalie woke up to an empty bed. Letting out a small yawn, she made her way downstairs and found Brandon already dressed for work.

“Still sleepy? Why don’t you get some more rest?” Brandon said with a gentle smile, adjusting his tie. It was clear he was about to leave for the company.

Noticing Natalie’s grogginess, he walked over and lightly k**sed her on the cheek. “The bodyguard I hired for you is waiting outside.”

Natalie nodded sleepily, watching as Brandon put on his coat and left. After having breakfast, she got dressed and headed towards the door.

Standing outside was a strong and fierce-looking female bodyguard, a complete contrast to the petite Laney. With this intimidating new addition by her side, Natalie doubted anyone would dare approach her now.

“Good morning, Mrs. Larson!” greeted the specially trained bodyguard, acting and speaking in a brisk manner.

Smiling awkwardly, Natalie replied, “Hello, nice to meet you.” She then set off for work, with the female bodyguard closely following behind.

Upon reaching the studio entrance, they came face-to-face with Dalores. Glancing at the bodyguard behind Natalie, Dalores sneered contemptuously. She had never been fond of Natalie and saw her bringing a bodyguard to work as a show-off move.

“Wow, I can’t believe you brought a servant to work,” Dalores sarcastically remarked, deliberately blocking their path. “Natalie, tell your little servant to step aside. We can’t let just anyone enter our office. Mark’s Studio is a place for designers, not lowly people like her.”

Natalie pursed her l*ps unhappily. Dalores’ words were as rude as ever. “This is my bodyguard,” Natalie explained impatiently. “She’s not a servant. She’s responsible for my safety.”

Dalores threw her head back and burst into laughter, finding Natalie’s explanation absurd. “Are you delusional? Do you think your own colleagues are out to kill you? You just brought a servant to take care of you, didn’t you? You’re just a big baby! Well, let me remind you that Mr. Wesley would never allow your servant to come inside.”

Knowing it was futile to argue with Dalores’ unreasonable behavior, Natalie turned to the bodyguard and suggested, “How about you wait in the café outside? I’ll join you right after work.”

The female bodyguard shook her head grimly. “Mr. Larson instructed me to be with you at all times, anywhere. I won’t be able to protect you from outside the office.”

Dalores sneered unhappily. Why was Natalie so fortunate? Not only did she come from a wealthy family, but she also had a caring and handsome husband. It felt incredibly unfair.

As jealousy consumed Dalores, she raised her voice and attempted to chase the bodyguard away. “I’ve already told you that you can’t be here! This is our office! Get out!”

Unfazed by Dalores’ aggression, the bodyguard stood her ground. In a swift motion, the tables turned, and Dalores found herself pinned to the ground, her arms restrained behind her back.

The pain in Dalores’ arms made her wail helplessly. “Ouch! Let me go! Help! Somebody, help me!”