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.

Mr. Larson’s condition? I promise, your secret’s safe with

Natalie’s

pursed her lips and refused to indulge

Brandon couldn’t help but

shot him a withering glare at

hour, she swiftly wrapped

of questioning and

exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s

thoughts of Brandon’s condition, she felt flustered

exited

a man waiting at the door,

sight of Natalie and

pleasure to

the diplomat, she masked her distaste and inquired coolly,

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

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

remorse seemed to

I know you’re upset. I’m here to

produced a ticket from his pocket and extended it to

a token of my regret. I believe

a deep

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

the ticket, Natalie’s eyes betrayed a

her gaze

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 now

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

Natalie, not only to spend time alone with her but also to undermine

a man ignorant of art

wavered, Brandon’s expression

“Mr. Larson, your expertise lies in business, not design

classes and his woeful lack of artistic knowledge.

he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he

and gently touched his hand, signaling

Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your apology