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.

quietly inquired, “Boss, what was Mr. Larson’s condition? I promise, your secret’s safe with

Natalie’s

lips and refused

seeing this, Brandon

a withering glare at the sound of his

swiftly wrapped up

her line of questioning and gleefully

exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s hand and

condition, she felt

hand, they exited the studio, bantering

Natalie spotted a man waiting at

sight of Natalie

a pleasure to meet

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

guilt as he replied, “I’ve come to apologize

Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on it. If there’s

remorse seemed

you’re upset. I’m here

produced a ticket from his pocket and extended

token of my

a deep dislike

he eyed the ticket in Clyde’s hand and icily retorted, “Natalie has

seeing the ticket, Natalie’s

wavering in her gaze

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

the design world could

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

mind, a man ignorant of art hardly

Brandon’s

business, not design or

Brandon recalled his dismal performance in school art classes and his woeful lack of artistic knowledge. His countenance

of his unfamiliarity with art, if he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could easily

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

asking, “Is your