The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Intrigued, Brandon countered, “A wager, you say? What are the stakes?”

Natalie mulled it over for a moment before a devilish grin spread across her face.

“If you lose, you shall serve as my assistant for a day at my studio—no excuses! Lexi can take the day off, and you’ll fill in for her.” Upon hearing this, Lexi gasped and waved her hands frantically.

“No, no! How could Mr. Larson possibly be an assistant?”

To her astonishment, Brandon cheerfully accepted, “I have no issue with that. However, I do have one condition…”

He leaned in, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and whispered his demand into Natalie’s ear.

Natalie’s eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed crimson.

“What do you think? Can you handle it?”

Brandon teased, taking delight in her embarrassment.

Face aflame, Natalie glared at him and flatly refused, “No, I cannot!”

With a provocative tone, Brandon taunted, “Lacking the confidence to follow through? How can you expect to win this wager?”

Natalie hesitated but remained resolute.

He continued to goad her.

“As the CEO of Larson Group, I’m willing to serve as an assistant, yet you shy away from such a minor task. How can you call yourself an independent designer?”

“Fine, I accept!”

Natalie gritted her teeth and nodded in agreement.

Defeated by Brandon’s argument, she would be branded a coward if she didn’t comply.

quietly inquired, “Boss, what was Mr.

Natalie’s cheeks

lips and refused to indulge Lexi’s

seeing this, Brandon

a withering glare

she swiftly wrapped up her

of questioning and

grasped Brandon’s hand and hurriedly ushered him

mind filled with thoughts of Brandon’s condition, she felt flustered and

in hand, they exited the studio, bantering

spotted a man waiting at the door, and her brow furrowed

of Natalie

pleasure

Clyde irked Natalie, but, ever the diplomat, she masked her distaste and inquired coolly, “Mr. Lambert, what

come to apologize for my thoughtlessness last time. My actions

a polite smile, Natalie responded, “Accidents happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on it. If there’s nothing else,

remorse seemed to

you’re upset. I’m here

then produced a ticket from his

token of my regret. I believe

a deep dislike

gaze, he eyed the ticket in Clyde’s hand and icily retorted,

seeing the ticket, Natalie’s eyes

in her gaze and couldn’t help but smirk

is a renowned artist within the industry. His age advances, and this may very well be his final exhibition. Professionals throughout the industry are clamoring

design world

to extend an invitation to Natalie, not only to

of art hardly deserved to

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s expression

mock, “Mr. Larson, your expertise lies in business, not design

Brandon recalled his dismal performance in school art classes and his woeful lack of artistic knowledge.

art, if he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he

touched his hand,

Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your apology