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.

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

Natalie’s cheeks

pursed her lips and

Brandon couldn’t help but

him a withering glare at the sound

she swiftly wrapped up

abandoned her line of

grasped Brandon’s

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

hand, they exited

they emerged, Natalie spotted a man waiting at the

caught sight of Natalie and

White, a pleasure

she masked her distaste and

was tinged with guilt as he replied, “I’ve come to apologize

responded, “Accidents happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on

remorse seemed to

I know you’re upset. I’m here to

then produced a ticket from his pocket

token of my regret. I

a deep dislike

a frosty gaze, he eyed the ticket in Clyde’s hand and

the ticket, Natalie’s eyes

detected the wavering in her gaze and couldn’t help but smirk

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

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

seized this opportunity to extend an invitation to Natalie, not only to spend time alone

man ignorant of art

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s

your expertise lies in business, not design or

school art classes and his woeful

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

amusement in Brandon’s reaction and gently touched his hand, signaling for him to remain

regarded Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your apology