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.

what was Mr. Larson’s

again, Natalie’s

and refused

seeing this, Brandon couldn’t help

glare at the sound of

the hour, she swiftly

line of questioning and gleefully

grasped Brandon’s hand and hurriedly ushered him

mind filled with thoughts of Brandon’s condition, she felt

they exited the studio, bantering

a man waiting at the door, and her

sight of Natalie and immediately

pleasure

but, ever the diplomat, she masked her distaste and inquired coolly, “Mr. Lambert, what brings

as he replied, “I’ve come to apologize for my thoughtlessness last time. My actions caused you to lose

Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on it. If

seemed

I’m here to

from his pocket and

brought you a gift as a token of my regret. I believe you’ll

deep dislike for

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

in her gaze and couldn’t help but smirk

artist within the industry. His age

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

Natalie, not only to spend time alone with her but

of art hardly

wavered, Brandon’s

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

art classes and

if he desired entrance to Nelson’s

touched

regarded Clyde coolly, asking,