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.

Mr. Larson’s condition? I promise, your secret’s safe

Natalie’s cheeks

pursed her lips and

this, Brandon couldn’t

shot him a withering glare at the sound

the hour, she swiftly wrapped

line of questioning and gleefully

Brandon’s hand

condition, she felt flustered and eager to escape the confines of the

hand, they exited the

at the door, and her brow furrowed

of Natalie and immediately

pleasure

Clyde irked Natalie, but, ever the diplomat, she

expression was tinged with guilt as he replied, “I’ve come to apologize for my thoughtlessness last time. My actions caused you to lose an

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

seemed

White, I know you’re upset. I’m here to

his pocket

as a token of my regret. I believe

deep dislike for

Clyde’s hand and icily retorted, “Natalie has no intention of accompanying you.

Natalie’s eyes betrayed a

her gaze and couldn’t

you’re unaware, but this ticket grants access to an art exhibition held by the esteemed Nelson Nixon. He mentored the famed designer, 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. Such

one in the design world could resist the allure of Nelson’s

not only to spend

man ignorant of art hardly deserved to be

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s expression grew

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

and his woeful lack of artistic knowledge.

entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could easily acquire tickets. He

Brandon’s reaction and gently touched his hand, signaling

asking, “Is your apology