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. Larson’s condition? I promise, your

Natalie’s cheeks

lips and refused

this, Brandon couldn’t help but

shot him a withering glare at the sound of his

hour, she swiftly

of questioning and

grasped Brandon’s

of Brandon’s condition, she felt flustered and eager to escape the

hand, they exited the studio, bantering

Natalie spotted a man waiting at the door, and her

of Natalie and

a pleasure to meet

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

“I’ve come to apologize for my thoughtlessness last

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

seemed

White, I know you’re upset. I’m here to

his pocket and extended it

as a token of my regret.

deep

he eyed the ticket in Clyde’s hand and icily retorted, “Natalie

Natalie’s

her gaze and

Nelson Nixon. He mentored the famed designer, Draco Wesley, and is a renowned artist within the industry. His age

was well aware 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 undermine

of art

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s expression grew

not design or art. Nonetheless,

his dismal performance in school art classes and his woeful lack of artistic knowledge. His

entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he

gently touched his hand, signaling for him to remain

regarded Clyde coolly, asking, “Is