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.

Natalie’s cheeks

her lips and

this, Brandon couldn’t help

withering glare

she swiftly wrapped

her line of questioning and

Brandon’s hand and hurriedly ushered him

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

exited the

emerged, Natalie spotted a man waiting at the door, and

of Natalie

pleasure

she

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

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

seemed

you’re upset. I’m here

produced a ticket from his pocket

gift as a token of my regret.

a deep

Clyde’s hand and icily retorted, “Natalie has no intention of

the ticket, Natalie’s

gaze and couldn’t help

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

that no one in the design

only to spend time

mind, a man ignorant of

Brandon’s

mock, “Mr. Larson, your expertise lies in business, not design or art. Nonetheless, you shouldn’t hinder your designer wife from attending the exhibition, should

dismal performance in school art classes and his woeful lack

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

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

Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your apology