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 condition? I promise,

Natalie’s cheeks

pursed her lips and refused to indulge Lexi’s

seeing this, Brandon

glare at the sound of

the hour, she swiftly wrapped up her

line of questioning

grasped Brandon’s hand and

of Brandon’s condition, she felt flustered and eager

they exited the studio, bantering

at the door, and her

caught sight of Natalie and immediately

White, a pleasure to

irked Natalie, but, ever the diplomat, she masked her

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

polite smile, Natalie responded, “Accidents happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t

seemed

you’re upset. I’m

from his pocket and extended it to

of my regret. I believe

a deep dislike

a frosty gaze, he eyed the ticket in Clyde’s hand and icily retorted, “Natalie

ticket, Natalie’s eyes betrayed a flicker of

her gaze and

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

no one in the design world could resist the allure

extend an invitation to Natalie, not only to spend time alone with her but also to

ignorant of art hardly deserved to be Natalie’s

Brandon’s

briefly, Clyde continued to mock, “Mr. Larson, your expertise lies in business, not design or art.

and his

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

Brandon’s reaction and gently touched

regarded Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your