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?

again, Natalie’s cheeks

her lips and refused

seeing this, Brandon couldn’t

a withering glare

the hour, she swiftly wrapped

line of questioning and gleefully

to exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s hand and

felt flustered and

they exited the studio, bantering

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

Natalie and

a pleasure to meet

the diplomat, she masked her distaste and inquired coolly, “Mr. Lambert, what brings

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

smile, Natalie responded, “Accidents happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on it. If there’s nothing else, please

remorse seemed to

upset. I’m

from his

of

a deep dislike for

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

Natalie’s eyes betrayed a flicker of

gaze and couldn’t help

you’re unaware, but this ticket grants access 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 this may very

design

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

of art hardly

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s expression

your expertise lies in business, not design or

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

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

and gently touched

asking, “Is your