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.

what was Mr.

Natalie’s

and

Brandon couldn’t help but

glare at the sound of his

the hour, she swiftly wrapped up her

line of

Brandon’s hand and hurriedly ushered him

filled with thoughts of Brandon’s condition, she felt flustered and

in hand, they exited the

spotted a man waiting at the door,

caught sight of Natalie and

pleasure

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

replied, “I’ve come to apologize for my thoughtlessness last time. My

a polite smile, Natalie responded, “Accidents happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on it.

seemed

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

a ticket from his

token of my

harbored a deep dislike for

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

Natalie’s eyes

her gaze and

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 are clamoring to attend. Such tickets are

was well aware that no one in the design world could resist

Natalie, not only to

of art hardly deserved

wavered, Brandon’s

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

school art classes and his woeful lack of

with art, if he desired entrance to Nelson’s

reaction and gently touched

regarded Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your