The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Natalie shrieked and pushed him away. “No! You bastard! Haven’t you heard a word I’ve said?”

Without waiting for a response, Natalie rushed into her room and slammed the door.

Sebastian didn’t dare to stop her. He stood there, stunned, as the bath towel fluttered to the ground in

front of the closed door.

He saw something he shouldn’t have seen just now.

He cursed, feeling hot all over. Leaning against the wall heavily, he pulled at his collar as though it was

choking him.

The next day, Natalie went to work. Her stomach churned with unease the entire time. She knew that

Ike wouldn’t spare her for what happened last night.

As soon as she arrived at her desk and sat down, Ike stormed out of his office and threw a stack of

documents on her table. “You are fired! Pack your things and get out of here now!”

Natalie picked up the documents and looked at them — they were all design drafts she had previously

submitted. “May I know why you’re firing me, Mr. Lyman?” she asked calmly.

There was still a Band-Aid on the bridge of his nose to cover the injury he had suffered last night. His

eyes were blazing with rage. Natalie’s words reminded him of the way he was humiliated last night.

“You’re incompetent for your current position!” he spat venomously. “Pack your things and get out of the

Larson Group. You’re just a graduate. I’ll make sure you don’t flourish in the fashion field, ever. As long

as I’m in the industry, you won’t be able to get a job, let alone succeed in your career.”

“You already approved my designs. Why do you say I’m incompetent now?” Natalie retorted, clutching

her design documents. Her sharp gaze met his, and she didn’t seem afraid in the slightest.

Ike’s screams drew the attention of other employees.

Everyone stopped working and looked up at them.

“That’s right. Mr. Lyman. We have already started executing Quinn’s design plan after you approved

them,” said one of Natalie’s colleagues.

Natalie had a good relationship with everyone in the department, and her colleagues liked and

respected her.

“Is there any misunderstanding? Mr. Lyman, we all have witnessed Quinn’s exceptional talent. She is

dynamic and diligent.”

Ike’s face darkened when he saw his colleagues standing up for Natalie. He cleared his throat and

said, “There is no misunderstanding. The design plan is changed now. She is fired! I’ll pick a new

design from what you all submitted earlier. No more questions! I’m the director. If I say she is

incompetent, it means she is!”

The people around fell silent and cast a sympathetic look at Natalie.

By now, everyone guessed that Natalie had offended Ike in some way, and that was probably why he

was firing her. Ike had made his decision. Moreover, he was a respected senior designer in the design

industry, and no one dared to question his decisions or argue with him.

Natalie breathed a long sigh of relief. Considering what happened last night, she knew things would

end this way.

She gritted her teeth and sorted her designs, preparing to pack her things. Her heart sank at the

knowledge that she wasn’t an employee of the Larson Group anymore.

“Wait!” said an intimidating male voice.

Natalie looked up and found that it was Garrett.

He glanced at Natalie and walked toward Ike. “Lyman, someone has filed a report stating that you have

molested a female employee in the company and attempted to rape her.”

Everyone in the design department burst into an uproar. All eyes turned toward Ike as they eyed him

with scrutiny.

“What? Mr. Harding, I would never do such a thing. Someone must have filed a complaint against me

on purpose, just to ruin my reputation,” Ike said, shaking his head fiercely.

At that moment, Christopher walked into the design department. “You would never do such a thing?”

He glowered at Ike. “Yesterday, I saw you forcefully take Miss Quinn to a dinner party and threaten her

with her job.”

Ike grew tense. “You’re just making groundless accusations!” he snorted coldly. “I thought Quinn had

potential, so I proposed to take her to a party held for designers last night. I wanted to introduce her to

some designers and help her. I didn’t mean to molest her at all.”

Natalie clenched her fists and glared at the man. Bile rose in her throat. She couldn’t believe he had

the audacity to lie after what happened.

“Let’s see the evidence first. Only then will we know whether it’s true or not.” A knowing smile emerged

on Garrett’s face. His assistant immediately opened the laptop and played a video.

The place looked like a hotel corridor. The door of an elevator opened, and Natalie wanted to get in, but

Ike dragged Natalie out. Her hair was disheveled, the panic evident in her eyes. She struggled

desperately as Ike tried dragging her into a room.

“Is this how you help an employee?” Garrett sneered, his face red with rage.