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.

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

again, Natalie’s

her lips and

seeing this, Brandon couldn’t help

withering glare at the

hour, she swiftly wrapped

her line of questioning and gleefully

exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s hand and hurriedly ushered

she felt flustered and

hand, they exited the studio,

spotted a man waiting at the

of Natalie and

pleasure

diplomat, she masked her distaste and inquired coolly, “Mr.

apologize for my thoughtlessness last time. My actions

a polite smile, Natalie responded, “Accidents happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on it. If there’s

remorse seemed to

you’re upset. I’m

produced a ticket from his pocket and

gift as a token of my

a deep dislike for

hand and icily retorted, “Natalie has no intention of accompanying

the ticket, Natalie’s eyes betrayed a

her gaze

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

was well aware that no one in the design world could resist the

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

man ignorant of art hardly deserved to

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s expression grew

“Mr. Larson, your expertise lies in business, not design or art. Nonetheless, you shouldn’t hinder your designer wife from attending the

classes and his woeful lack of

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

Brandon’s reaction and gently touched his hand,

regarded Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your apology