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?

Natalie’s

pursed her lips and refused

seeing this, Brandon couldn’t help

him a withering glare at the

she swiftly

of

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

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

they exited the

a man waiting at the

Natalie and immediately beamed, approaching

pleasure to meet

she masked her distaste

“I’ve come to apologize for my

happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on

seemed

know you’re upset. I’m here

ticket from his pocket and

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

harbored a deep dislike for

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

ticket, Natalie’s

her gaze and couldn’t

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

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

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

man ignorant of art

Natalie wavered, Brandon’s expression grew

“Mr. Larson, your expertise lies in business, not design

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

if he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could easily acquire tickets.

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

coolly, asking, “Is your apology