The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 530

Chapter 530

Before getting into the car, Johanna turned to her daughter and reiterated, “I’ve said this before. But if you are wronged in any way, you must tell us.”

“I know, Mom. Stop nagging, okay? Call me when you get home.” Natalie basked in the warmth of her parents affections. It was wonderful to have a family.

When the car finally disappeared into the distance, she let out a sigh of relief. The smile disappeared from her face. She looked at Brandon in the eye and asked, “Are you keeping something from me? Something to do with your condition?”

Brandon stiffened, but he was able to maintain his composure. “You know it’s just memory loss.”

Natalie’s frown deepened. “You seemed hesitant when you were asked about the side effects. It’s making me uneasy. I’m worried.”

Brandon’s mind raced as he thought of a way to dodge her questions. After a while, he raised his eyebrow and tilted his head provocatively. “You can see for yourself later whether something is wrong with me or not.”

Then, before Natalie could retort, he picked her up and carried her over his shoulder before striding back into the living room. He tossed her gently on the sofa and p**ssed his body against hers.

Natalie struggled halfheartedly. Her cheeks had turned a delectable shade of pink, and a playful smile was dancing on her lips. “Stop fooling around. All right, I trust you.”

She refrained from prying any further and focused on her parents instead. “Honey, we need to deal with this matter as soon as possible. The rumor has spread all over. My parents are worried and itching to do something about it. Dalores must be punished.”

Brandon plopped down beside her and nuzzled her hair, his eyes turning dark and unfathomable. His next words were spoken in a clear, blunt manner. “Don’t worry. Dalores cannot escape.”

That night, a black car sped along the exp**ssway in Barnes.

Dalores looked utterly worn out. Every so often, she would glance at the rearview mirror, her eyes wide and a little crazed. She clutched her phone with one hand while the other took hold of the steering wheel. She didn’t know where to go.

Dalores left W Marks Studio two days ago.

At the time, Tasha was busy taking care of the design drafts.

Dalores sorted out the projects she had been handling and handed them over. “Tasha,” she said with some reluctance. “Is it possible for me to enter the clothing room for the last time? I just want to take one last look at the dresses. I don’t think I will be returning to W Marks again.”

After a brief moment’s hesitation, Tasha agreed to let her in.

Once inside, Dalores shut the door behind her and went on a rampage on Estella’s dress, cutting it up to bits and pieces.

“Tasha!” she cackled like a madwoman. “Natalie! I’d like to see how you b*tches explain this to Estella later!”

Dalores then waited for Estella to appear and make a scene at the studio, just as Mrs. Fuller had done last time. To her dismay, she waited and waited, but W Marks remained as peaceful as could be. Estella didn’t kick up a fuss at all.