The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 519

Chapter 519

“You went to Iridescent Show and achieved great success on behalf of W Marks,” Draco replied. “You deserve this order.” Draco smiled faintly. Perhaps due to his recovery, or to overuse, his voice was a little weak.

Natalie nodded obediently. “I will do my best,” she said. Still holding the document, Natalie smiled at Draco and said, “Mr. Wesley, it’s time for you to go back and get some rest.”

She couldn’t help but notice that Draco was looking a lot more haggard than he’d looked earlier.

“Wait a minute!” interrupted Dalores. “Mr. Wesley, why haven’t I been delegated an order?” Looking around, Dalores had noticed that everyone had a project to work on but her.

She was confused. Over the past few days, Draco’s attitude towards her had changed, indicating that perhaps he was willing to give her another chance.

So why hadn’t she received a project now? It seemed incredibly unfair.

Draco looked at Dalores with disappointment in his eyes. Without further explanation, he announced that he was going home. “I’m quite tired from today’s dealings,” he said.

Upon leaving, he left instructions for the personnel. “The studio’s arrangements for Dalores haven’t changed,” he said. “After her current project is complete, she needn’t come back again.”

“How is this possible? I am unable to believe this.” Dalores’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Natalie walked behind Draco, uninterested in paying Dalores any mind, and said, “Your luggage is still in my car, Mr. Wesley. I’ll drive you back.”

As she saw the two were about leaving, Dalores gritted her teeth and hurried towards Draco. “You can’t just leave! You were going to let me to return to W Marks. Why are you breaking your promise now?”

“Stop this madwoman, Mesue,” Natalie instructed her b*odyguard.

Mesue grabbed Dalores by the arm and said, “Please behave yourself, Miss. Otherwise, I’d have to teach you a lesson.”

Dalores was hesitant. With a pitiful expression, she complained, “Why are you doing this to me? I’ve been caring for you in the hospital for so many days, Draco. Don’t you have a conscience?”

Draco’s face went dark and he turned to glare at Dalores, “I hadn’t planned to embarr@ssyou this way. But since you are fixed on making a scene, I don’t have to be polite to you either.”

Dalores was in shock, and her mind was completely jumbled up. “What are you trying to say?”

With a sneer, Draco said, “You no longer have to return here tomorrow. Hand in your project and leave W Marks immediately, today.”

Natalie and Draco sat in the backseat while Mesue drove. Draco leaned against the window to rest a bit after giving the address to Mesue. He looked rather haggard. He had just recovered from a terrible condition after all. As the car navigated the heavy traffic, Draco kept staring out the window.

Dalores had been with them when they made their way to the studio, so it had been inconvenient for Natalie to discuss what had happened on the plane. She decided to make her apologies now. “Mr. Wesley… I want to apologize for getting you involved this time.”

Draco placed his elbow against the glasswindow, his side profile turned to her. “It’s all in the past now. Why bring it up again? I told you before you left for Northcliffe that you were not to blame.”

Natalie then changed the topic. “With Jorge being dead, the investigation of the culprit was f0rced to put to an end.”

A chill flashed through Draco’s eyes. “Are you saying the actual murderer would continue to cause harm to you?” Natalie let out a sigh. “Jorge’s death was definitely not part of their plan. From my guess, the culprit may lay low for a while. Still, I can’t tell what the future holds.” After thinking a while, she went on, “I only fear it would bring trouble to W Marks, so I want to be honest with you.” Natalie then anxiously waited for Draco’s response.

“Do you wish to leave W Marks?” Draco’s expression was indifferent, as though he was just asking casually.

Natalie responded instantly, “Of course not. I like my job at W Marks and my colleagues.”

A smile formed on Draco’s face. He adjusted his posture a little and said, “I hadn’t expected that you’d have such a thrilling life. You’re almost like a secret agent in the movie, with design being just a small part of your life.” He still had an indifferent expression, but his tone, however, was calm and gentle.