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.

was Mr. Larson’s condition?

again, Natalie’s cheeks

pursed her lips and refused

this, Brandon couldn’t help

a withering glare at the

hour, she swiftly wrapped up

of questioning and

grasped Brandon’s hand

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

exited the studio,

spotted a man waiting at

of Natalie

pleasure

the diplomat, she masked her distaste and

as he replied, “I’ve come to apologize for my thoughtlessness last

smile, Natalie responded, “Accidents happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on it. If there’s nothing else, please take

seemed

I know you’re upset. I’m here to offer a sincere

a ticket from his pocket and extended it

you a gift as a token of my

a deep

the ticket in Clyde’s hand and icily

upon seeing the ticket, Natalie’s eyes

in her gaze and couldn’t

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

no one in the design world could resist the allure of Nelson’s art

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

man ignorant of art

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s

design or art.

classes and his woeful

entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could

reaction and gently touched his hand, signaling for him to remain

coolly, asking, “Is your