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.

Lexi quietly inquired, “Boss, what was Mr. Larson’s

Natalie’s

her lips and refused to indulge

this, Brandon couldn’t help but

him a withering glare at the sound

she swiftly wrapped

of

exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s

mind filled with thoughts of Brandon’s condition, she felt flustered and eager to escape the confines

they exited the studio,

they emerged, Natalie spotted a man waiting at the door, and her brow

Natalie

White, a pleasure to

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

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

“Accidents happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on it.

seemed to

you’re upset. I’m here to

produced a ticket from his pocket and extended it to

brought you a gift as a token of my

deep dislike for

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

Natalie’s eyes betrayed

gaze and

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 well be his final exhibition. Professionals throughout the industry

that no one in the design world could resist the allure of Nelson’s art

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

mind, a man ignorant of art hardly deserved

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s expression

Clyde continued to mock, “Mr. Larson, your expertise lies in business, not design or art. Nonetheless, you shouldn’t hinder your designer wife from

in school art classes and

desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could easily

gently touched his hand,

regarded Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your