The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 796

Chapter 796

Even if she truly detested Natalie, she’d compete honorably through her designs, not with underhanded tactics.

Momentarily entranced by her resolve, Draco soon regained his composure, regarded Mandy calmly, ands replied fiatly, “You’ve misunderstood, Miss Hamilton. Your character is none of my concern.”

Tears brimming, Mandy’s voice quivered. “What do you mean it’s not your concern? Am I that insignificant to you, Draco?”

Unmoved by her distress, Draco remained poised, his tone polite but distant.

“Miss Hamilton, we have no real connection. At most, we’re merely peers in the design industry.”

His words shattered Mandy’s heart, the pain so suffocating that she struggled to breathe.

Biting her lip, Mandy’s eyes reddened. Her tears threatened to spill.

Knowing Draco already harbored a strong dislike for her, she didn’t want to prolong the scene by crying in front of the man she admired. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to walk away either.

She didn’t want Draco to misunderstand her, despite her disheveled state.

And so, they stood in a silent standoff near the restroom door, neither one yielding.

At last, Draco’s heart softened, and he sighed. “Miss Hamilton, how long do you plan to stand here blocking my path?”

Feeling wronged, Mandy glared at him. “I just want to tell you that I’m not the despicable and incompetent person you think I am. I aim to beat Natalie, but only by relying on my own abilities! You’ll see. I’ll prove it to you!” Without waiting for his response, she spun around and dashed off.

Draco watched her flustered retreat, his feelings inscrutable.

Mandy found a secluded corner and lingered there, her heart gradually calming.

Taking deep breaths, she replayed her bold declaration, embarrassment threatening to engulf her.

“Am I an idiot?” she muttered, stomping her foot. “I’ve ruined any chance I had with Draco!”

Within the exhibition hall, Natalie guided Brandon, her elegant hand pointing out the symphony of colors and lines that made up Nelson’s masterpieces. With the practiced air of a seasoned designer, she dissected the intricate details and design principles of each piece. Brandon, an art neophyte, found himself ensnared by the alluring labyrinth of creativity unfolding before him.

As Natalie’s enthusiasm soared, an unwelcome voice pierced her joyful bubble.

“Miss White, what a delightful surprise!” Clyde, decked out in a meticulously chosen ensemble, flashed a smile at Natalie. Catching sight of Brandon, his eyes. briefly flickered with thinly veiled disdain. His heart had not prepared for the revelation that Natalie’s companion would be Brandon, and he wondered if the latter had the capacity to comprehend the art pieces.

With a smirk, he blurted, “Ah, Mr. Larson graces us with his presence. Does he find Mr. Nixon’s art to his taste?”

Natalie’s eyebrows knitted into a delicate frown, and she quickly stepped into the breach for her husband. “Whether my husband appreciates these art pieces or not, surely, Mr. Lambert, is none of your concern.”

Clyde offered a placating smile, swiftly apologizing when he saw Natalie’s rising ire, “Don’t take offense, Natalie. I merely thought Mr. Nixon’s raw, primal style might not sit well with a hard-nosed businessman. No harm intended.”