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.

with curiosity, Lexi quietly inquired, “Boss, what was Mr. Larson’s condition? I promise,

Natalie’s

lips and refused to

Brandon couldn’t help

him a withering glare at the sound of

hour, she swiftly wrapped up

of

able to exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s hand and

filled with thoughts of Brandon’s condition, she felt flustered and eager to escape the confines of

they exited the

a man waiting at the door, and her brow

of Natalie

White, a pleasure to

but, ever the diplomat, she masked

replied, “I’ve come to apologize for

Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on it. If

remorse seemed to

you’re upset. I’m

his pocket and extended it to

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

harbored a deep dislike for

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

ticket, Natalie’s

her gaze and couldn’t help but

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,

aware that no one in the design world could resist the allure of

seized this opportunity to extend an invitation to Natalie, not only to

his mind, a man ignorant of art hardly

Brandon’s expression grew

in business, not design or art. Nonetheless, you shouldn’t hinder

art classes and his woeful lack of

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

reaction and gently touched his hand, signaling for him to

coolly, asking, “Is