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.

“Boss, what was Mr. Larson’s condition? I promise,

Natalie’s

and

Brandon couldn’t help

glare at the sound of his

hour, she swiftly wrapped up her

of questioning and

to exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s hand and hurriedly

filled with thoughts of Brandon’s condition, she felt

in hand, they exited the

waiting at the

sight of Natalie and immediately beamed,

White, a pleasure to

she masked

expression was tinged with guilt as he replied, “I’ve come to apologize for my thoughtlessness last time.

happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on it. If there’s nothing else,

remorse seemed to

upset. I’m here

ticket from his pocket and extended

as a token of my regret. I believe you’ll find it quite

a deep dislike

eyed the ticket in Clyde’s hand and icily retorted, “Natalie has no intention of

Natalie’s eyes betrayed a flicker

in her gaze

Draco Wesley, and 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 to attend.

that no one in the design world could resist

to extend an invitation to Natalie, not only to spend time alone with her

ignorant of art hardly deserved to be Natalie’s

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s expression grew

business, not design

school art classes and his

of his unfamiliarity with art, if he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could

gently touched his hand, signaling for

Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your