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.

Mr.

Natalie’s cheeks

and refused to indulge

this, Brandon couldn’t

glare at

swiftly wrapped

abandoned her line of questioning and

to exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s

Brandon’s condition, she felt flustered

they exited the studio, bantering

a man waiting at

Natalie and immediately

White, a pleasure

diplomat, she masked her distaste and inquired coolly, “Mr.

expression was tinged with guilt as he replied, “I’ve come to apologize for my thoughtlessness

Lambert. Don’t dwell on it. If there’s nothing else, please take

remorse seemed to

I’m

then produced a ticket from his pocket and extended

of

harbored a deep

frosty gaze, he eyed the ticket in Clyde’s hand and icily retorted, “Natalie has no intention

the ticket, Natalie’s eyes betrayed a flicker of

detected the wavering in her gaze and couldn’t

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 throughout the industry are clamoring to attend. Such tickets are now exceptionally rare. Surely,

one in the design

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

ignorant of art hardly deserved to be

Brandon’s expression grew

lies in business, not design or art. Nonetheless, you

Brandon recalled his dismal performance in school art classes and his woeful lack of

unfamiliarity with art, if he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could easily acquire tickets. He

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

coolly, asking, “Is your apology