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? I promise, your secret’s

Natalie’s cheeks

and refused to indulge

seeing this, Brandon

shot him a withering glare at the

hour, she swiftly wrapped

her line of questioning

grasped Brandon’s hand and hurriedly ushered

of Brandon’s condition, she felt flustered and eager to escape the

hand, they exited the studio,

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

of Natalie

a pleasure to meet

of Clyde irked Natalie, but, ever the diplomat, she masked her distaste

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

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

remorse seemed

you’re upset. I’m here to offer

produced a ticket from his pocket and extended it

you a gift as a token of my regret.

deep dislike for

the ticket in Clyde’s hand and icily

the ticket, Natalie’s eyes betrayed a

in her gaze

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

in the design world

opportunity to extend an invitation to Natalie, not only

of art

Brandon’s

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

performance in school art classes and his woeful

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

touched his hand,

coolly, asking, “Is your apology