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.

Mr. Larson’s

Natalie’s

pursed her lips and refused to indulge

seeing this, Brandon couldn’t

glare at the sound

hour, she swiftly

her line of questioning and gleefully

exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s hand and hurriedly ushered him

felt

they exited the studio, bantering

a man waiting at the door, and her brow furrowed in

sight of Natalie and

a pleasure to

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

to apologize for my thoughtlessness last

Don’t dwell

remorse seemed to

you’re upset. I’m here to

his pocket and extended it

a gift as a token of

harbored a deep

in Clyde’s hand and icily

the ticket, Natalie’s

wavering in her gaze and couldn’t

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 now exceptionally rare.

aware that no one in the design world could resist the allure of

extend an invitation to Natalie, not only

man ignorant of art

wavered, Brandon’s

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

classes and his woeful lack of artistic knowledge.

Nelson’s exhibition, he could easily acquire tickets. He didn’t require

found amusement in Brandon’s reaction and gently touched his hand,

regarded Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your apology