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.

quietly inquired, “Boss, what was Mr. Larson’s condition? I promise, your secret’s safe with

Natalie’s

her lips and refused to indulge

Brandon

him a withering glare

the hour, she swiftly wrapped

her line of questioning

Brandon’s hand and hurriedly ushered

with thoughts of Brandon’s condition, she felt flustered

exited

at the door, and her brow

of Natalie and immediately

pleasure

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

as he replied, “I’ve come to apologize

Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on it. If there’s nothing

remorse seemed to

I’m here to offer

then produced a ticket from his pocket and extended

brought you a gift as a token of my regret.

deep dislike

he eyed the ticket in Clyde’s hand and icily retorted,

ticket, Natalie’s eyes betrayed a flicker

the wavering in her gaze and couldn’t

designer, Draco Wesley, and is a renowned artist within the industry. His age advances, and this may very well be his final exhibition. Professionals

well aware that no one in the design

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

mind, a man ignorant of art hardly deserved

wavered, Brandon’s expression grew

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

school art classes and his woeful lack of artistic knowledge. His countenance darkened

Nelson’s exhibition, he could

and gently touched his hand, signaling

coolly, asking, “Is