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. Larson’s condition?

again, Natalie’s

and

this, Brandon couldn’t

glare at the sound

she swiftly wrapped

of

exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s hand and hurriedly ushered him

condition, she felt flustered

they exited

man waiting at the door, and her brow furrowed

Natalie and immediately

pleasure to meet

she masked her distaste

“I’ve come to apologize for my thoughtlessness last time. My actions caused

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

remorse seemed

I’m here to offer a

a ticket from his

as a token of my regret. I believe you’ll find it quite

harbored a deep dislike for

the ticket in Clyde’s hand and icily retorted, “Natalie has no intention of accompanying you.

upon seeing the ticket, Natalie’s eyes betrayed a flicker of

gaze and couldn’t

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

was well aware that no one in the design world could resist the allure of Nelson’s

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

man ignorant of art hardly deserved to

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s expression grew

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

in school art classes and his woeful lack of

if he desired entrance to Nelson’s

touched his hand, signaling for him

Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your