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 condition? I promise,

again, Natalie’s

pursed her lips and refused to indulge Lexi’s

Brandon couldn’t help but

withering glare

hour, she swiftly wrapped up her

abandoned her line of questioning and

exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s

felt flustered and eager to escape the confines

exited

waiting at the door, and her brow

caught sight of Natalie

a pleasure to meet

the diplomat, she masked her distaste and inquired coolly,

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

happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t

seemed

White, I know you’re upset. I’m

ticket from his pocket and extended it

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

deep

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

Natalie’s eyes

the wavering in her gaze and

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

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

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

his mind, a man ignorant of art hardly deserved

Brandon’s expression

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

and his woeful lack of artistic knowledge. His countenance

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

reaction and gently touched his hand, signaling

regarded Clyde coolly, asking,