And she had no plans of becoming a full-time housewife.
Sebastian’s heart instantly softened when Natalie called him honey.
He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.
“What do you mean? You want your job back? Or do you want me to support your search for another job?” Swirling her finger on his chest a few times, Natalie said in a pouty tone, “I don’t want to go back; I don’t want to work for you either.”
In a word, she didn’t want to rely on him.
Sebastian understood what she meant. He pondered for a while.
“In the design industry in Seacisco, the biggest and the best two companies are the Larson Group and the Klein Silk Fabric.
You can’t join Klein Silk Fabric of course.”
He held Natalie even tighter and said possessively, “You’re not leaving Seacisco either. I refuse to be in a long-distance relationship.”
Leaning against Sebastian’s chest, Natalie smiled and said, “Then give me advice.”
A thought occurred to Sebastian and he suggested that Natalie open her own studio. With his help, she didn’t need to worry about reputation or clients.
But she didn’t think she was experienced enough to be an independent designer, nor did she want to rely on Sebastian to develop her career.
So she decided to talk to Tiffany about it.
Tiffany was surprised when Natalie came to her for help.
After all, Natalie was already the Mrs. Largon. Tiffariy doubted there was anything in this world Brandon couldn’t give to her.
Wait until I get off work. I still work for your husband, remember? I can’t just sneak out and have dinner with you,” Tiffany whined jokingly on the phone. She was a professional and drew a firm line between work and personal affairs, a line she refused to cross.
“Okay. I’ve booked a table in the French restaurant downstairs. Focus on your work first. I’ll see you later,” Natalie said with a smile
After tidying up at home, Natalie headed to the restaurant and waited patiently for Tiffany. When she and Sebastian had visited Paris, she fell in love with French cuisine.
Just as she was scanning the menu and thinking about what to order, a voice interrupted her thoughts.
Try the foie gras. This restaurant is known for it. I myself find it the most delicious dish in the whole world.”
The woman’s voice was lively and crisp, sounding very youthful.
When Natalie looked up, her eyes met that of a beautiful girl in a white dress. She had long, dark hair that hung over her shoulders. Her outfit and accessories were all from designer brands, and she was carrying two Hermes shopping bags. The
Cartier necklace resting on her clavicle twinkled brightly. After hesitating for a few seconds, Natalie smiled politely. “I’m sorry, Miss.
I don’t think we’ve met.”
“Who I am is none of your business. Are you Natalie, Brandon’s wife, from the news?”
What an arrogant tone! The girl standing before Natalie was indeed beautiful, but her voice dripped with arrogance and contempt.
Natalie put the menu down and rested her chin on her hand.
“Yes, I’m Natalie. If you want something from me, at least tell me your name. Otherwise, I won’t know how to address you.”
The girl pursed her lips and raised her chin slightly.
“Heard of Mooney Mart? It’s a national chain supermarket owned by my family. Other than the famous Klein family and the
Larson Group, our company is the biggest and most well-known.”
Jesus!
This girl was too silly.
She had given Natalie so much information—but still not her name. Natalie’s smile faded away.
“I’ve heard of Mooney Mart, but I still don’t know your name, Miss.”
“I’m… I’m Cindy Mooney of course!” Cindy didn’t like Natalie’s expression. Was she mocking her? No one in the world dared to mock her, the daughter of the Mooney family. Natalie smiled again and turned to the waiter.
“Foie gras, please. Good for two people.”
Noticing that Natalie seemed completely disinterested in her, Cindy asked bluntly, “May I sit with you?”
Without waiting for an answer, she plopped down on the seat opposite Natalie. It was clear that she still had a sense of superiority as she stared at Natalie with disdain.
“You’re Brandon Larson’s wife. What’re you wearing? Your clothes look very cheap.” Cindy shook her head and clicked her tongue in disgust. She didn’t think her words were impolite at all because in her household, she grew up saying whatever she wanted to say.
“There are dozens of popular families in Seacisco, but I’ve never heard of the Quinn family. What’s your background, Natalie? How did you meet Brandon?”
Natalie shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She didn’t know the woman sitting across her that well, nor did it look like Cindy had anything to do with Brandon. Despite this, Cindy brazenly interrogated Natalie.
Judging from her words and tone of voice, Cindy seemed to be saying that Natalie was too ordinary to be with a man like Brandon
Not wanting to waste her breath on her, Natalie said dismissively, “I have no reason to answer you, Miss Mooney. Thank you for your dish recommendation, but if there’s nothing else, please leave now. I’m expecting a friend.”
Cindy didn’t give a damn. She firmly believed it was fate that she ran into Natalie today. No media outlet would reveal Natalie’s specific identity, shrouding Brandon’s wife behind a veil of mystery.
“Cancel on your friend and have dinner with me today. Tell me, how long have you been with Brandon? And how did you get him to fall in love with you?” Cindy asked persistently. Sometimes even the servants who worked for her family couldn’t stand her, let alone Natalie, who didn’t even know her.! don’t talk nonsense to annoy others, or maybe it’s because I’m more beautiful than most women,” Natalie answered in a casual tone, mirroring Cindy’s arrogant manner.
“Excuse me, but who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that?!” Cindy instantly flew into a rage from the humiliation.
She sneered and looked Natalie up and down carefully.
Well, even she had to admit that Natalie was indeed a very beautiful woman. Her skin was fair and delicate, and her features were refined. She could’ve drawn anyone’s attention with her eye-catching beauty.
Cindy bit her lower lip and her eyes flashed with anger.
The girl sitting opposite her was arrogant and annoying, but she hadn’t gone too far yet. She was clearly another rich princess spoiled by her family, so Natalie didn’t want to waste her breath and argue with her anymore.
But Cindy had taken Tiffany’s seat. Where would Tiffany sit when she arrived?
Thinking about this, Natalie glanced at her phone to check the time. It was time for Tiffany to get off work. “Oh, hello. Who’s this?
Did you invite someone else to dinner?” Speaking of the devil, Tiffany approached their table and looked at Cindy questioningly.
Natalie looked at Cindy and said impatiently, “Miss Mooney, my friend is here. Can you go now?”
When Cindy saw the domineering woman standing next to Natalie, she snorted with disdain, gathered her things, and left in a huff.
