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.

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

again, Natalie’s

her lips and

this, Brandon couldn’t

him a withering glare

swiftly wrapped up her

of

Brandon’s hand and hurriedly ushered

she felt

they exited the studio,

emerged, Natalie spotted a man waiting at the door,

caught sight of Natalie

a pleasure to

but, ever the diplomat, she masked her distaste and inquired coolly,

expression was tinged with guilt as he replied, “I’ve come to apologize for my thoughtlessness last time. My actions

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

seemed to

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

from his pocket and extended it

a token of my regret.

deep

gaze, 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

in her gaze

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 this may very well be his final exhibition. Professionals throughout the industry are clamoring to attend. Such tickets

in the design world could resist the

Natalie, not only to spend time

mind, a man ignorant of art hardly deserved

Brandon’s expression grew

continued to mock, “Mr. Larson, your expertise lies in business, not design or

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

with art, if he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could easily acquire tickets. He didn’t require Clyde’s

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

coolly, asking, “Is