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.

what was Mr. Larson’s condition? I

Natalie’s cheeks

lips and

Brandon couldn’t help

glare at the

swiftly wrapped up her

of questioning and

able to exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s hand and hurriedly ushered

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

hand, they exited the

a man waiting at the door, and her

Natalie and

White, a pleasure

diplomat, she

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

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

remorse seemed

know you’re upset. I’m here to offer

his pocket and extended it

gift as a token of my regret. I believe

deep

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

ticket, Natalie’s eyes betrayed a flicker of

detected the wavering in her gaze and

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

well aware that no one in the design

Natalie, not only to spend time alone with her but

a man ignorant of

wavered, Brandon’s expression grew

Clyde continued to mock, “Mr. Larson, your expertise lies in business, not design or art. Nonetheless, you shouldn’t hinder your designer wife from attending

performance in school art classes and

he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition,

Brandon’s reaction and gently touched his hand, signaling for

regarded Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your