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

lips and refused

Brandon couldn’t help

withering glare at the

she swiftly

her line of

Natalie grasped Brandon’s hand and hurriedly

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

exited the

spotted a man waiting at the door, and her brow furrowed in

caught sight of Natalie

pleasure to

Natalie, but, ever the diplomat, she masked her distaste

expression was tinged with guilt as he replied, “I’ve come to apologize for my thoughtlessness last time. My actions caused you to lose an

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

remorse seemed

White, I know you’re upset. I’m here

a ticket from his pocket and extended

you a gift as a token of my

harbored a deep dislike

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

the ticket, Natalie’s eyes betrayed a flicker

the wavering in her gaze and couldn’t help

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

this opportunity to extend an invitation to Natalie, not only to spend

of art hardly

Brandon’s expression

Larson, your expertise lies in business, not design

school art classes and his woeful lack

art, if he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could easily acquire tickets. He didn’t

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

Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your apology