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.

inquired, “Boss, what was Mr. Larson’s

again, Natalie’s

pursed her lips and refused

this, Brandon couldn’t help

him a withering glare at the sound of his

swiftly

of questioning and

Brandon’s hand

felt flustered and eager to escape

they exited the studio, bantering

a man waiting at the door, and her brow

Natalie and immediately

pleasure to

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

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

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

remorse seemed

you’re upset. I’m here to offer

ticket from his pocket and

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

harbored a deep dislike

and icily retorted, “Natalie has no intention of accompanying you. Be

ticket, Natalie’s eyes

wavering in her gaze and couldn’t help but smirk

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

that no one in the design world could resist

not only to spend time alone with

mind, a man ignorant of art hardly deserved to be

Brandon’s expression grew

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

art classes and his woeful lack of artistic

Nelson’s exhibition, he

and gently touched his hand, signaling for

coolly, asking, “Is