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.

was Mr.

again, Natalie’s cheeks

pursed her lips and

Brandon

glare at the sound of

the hour, she swiftly wrapped

line of questioning and

Natalie grasped Brandon’s hand and hurriedly ushered him

filled with thoughts of Brandon’s condition, she felt flustered

hand, they exited

at

caught sight of Natalie and

White, a pleasure

she

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

happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on it. If there’s nothing else, please take your

seemed

I know you’re upset. I’m here

produced a ticket from his pocket and extended it

a gift as a token of my regret.

deep dislike for

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

upon seeing the ticket, Natalie’s eyes betrayed a flicker

her gaze and couldn’t help but smirk

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.

that no one in the design world could resist the allure of Nelson’s art

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

a man ignorant of art

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s expression grew

design or art. Nonetheless,

Brandon recalled his dismal performance in school art classes and his woeful lack of artistic knowledge. His countenance darkened

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

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

asking,