The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 518

Chapter 518

Tasha was speechless. The other designers all looked at each other. Disappointment spread across every face in the room.

Dalores sneered. “Who was the one that decided you should spend all their working hours preparing a surprise party?” she scolded. “Mr. Wesley is going to return home soon, to rest. Now that you’ve arranged this event, it will only hinder his recovery. Stop it at once and clean everything up!”

Dolores’ words upset everyone further.

“It’s a surprise I asked everyone to prepare,” interjected Natalie. “Do you object, Dalores?” Natalie looked at Dalores challengingly. She knew that Draco was worried about the studio and, as such, he wouldn’t have been able to rest now anyway. “In addition to celebrating Mr. Wesley’s discharge from the hospital, we’re also celebrating the success of W Marks in Iridescent Show. Everyone here has worked hard for W Marks. Why shouldn’t they be allowed to spend ten minutes eating cake? Tasha, you can clean the table after you’ve finished your cake.”

Draco was browsing through the files, so he hadn’t noticed what’d been going on in their area. Hearing Natalie’s voice, he turned his head and said, “The success of our studio in Iridescent Show is indeed worth celebrating. Everyone, please go ahead and enjoy your cake. Don’t worry about me.”

Draco then turned around and walked into his office.

“Great!” someone cried happily. Everyone was overjoyed. They stopped cleaning, gathered back together and started cutting the cake.

Only Dalores, with her gloomy expression, was squeezed aside by the crowd. Despite her anger at the situation, she stayed silent.

Natalie tasted the cake and her eyes lit up. “Where did you buy this cake?” she marveled. “It’s delicious, and not greasy at all.”

It was indeed a fabulous cake.

“I made it myself,” replied Tasha, blushing. “I used dairy cream, especially.” Tasha smiled shyly. She always blushed at the slightest praise. “If you like it, I can teach you how to make it next time you’re over at my place,” she offered.

Natalie nodded. The designers were gathered together still, chatting fervently. “Do you know why Mr. Wesley was hospitalized this time?” one asked.

“There are rumors about it everywhere,” another replied. “Someone even suggested that Mr. Wesley was bewitched.” “Or did someone attack him? I heard that there was a riot on Natalie and Mr. Wesley’s flight, and the plane didn’t take off on time. I guess Mr. Wesley was shot. Did you notice the bandage on his arm?”

Hearing them speculate about the reason behind Draco’s hospitalization, Dalores seized her opportunity.

She walked over wearing an evil smile. “Do you want to know the reason?” she jeered. “Only one of us knows the truth – Natalie. After all, she was with Mr. Wesley that day.” 3 The two designers glanced at Natalie nervously.

Though Dalores didn’t know the specific reason, she knew that Natalie must have been involved somehow.

She looked pointedly at Natalie and said, in a raised voice, “Natalie, why don’t you answer everyone’s questions? Why was Mr. Wesley hospitalized?”