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.

“Boss, what was Mr. Larson’s condition? I promise, your

again, Natalie’s cheeks

her lips and refused

this, Brandon couldn’t help but

a withering glare

swiftly wrapped up

abandoned her line of questioning

able to exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s hand and hurriedly ushered

mind filled with thoughts of Brandon’s condition, she felt flustered and eager to

exited the

Natalie spotted a man waiting at the door, and her brow

Natalie and

a pleasure to

but, ever the diplomat, she masked

to apologize for my thoughtlessness

happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on it. If

remorse seemed

I know you’re upset. I’m here to offer a

his pocket and extended it

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

deep

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

the ticket, Natalie’s eyes betrayed a

in her gaze and couldn’t help but

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 attend. Such tickets are

the design world could resist the

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

mind, a man ignorant of art hardly deserved to

wavered, Brandon’s expression grew

your expertise lies in business, not design or

art classes and his woeful

with art, if he desired entrance to Nelson’s

and gently touched his hand, signaling for him

regarded Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your apology