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.

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

again, Natalie’s

lips and refused to indulge Lexi’s

seeing this, Brandon couldn’t

shot him a withering glare at the sound

swiftly wrapped

of questioning and gleefully

grasped Brandon’s hand and

mind filled with thoughts of Brandon’s condition, she felt flustered and eager to escape

they exited the studio, bantering

spotted a man waiting at the door, and

caught sight of Natalie

pleasure

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

to apologize for my thoughtlessness last time.

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

remorse seemed to

I’m here to offer a sincere

then produced a ticket from his pocket and

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

harbored a deep dislike

in Clyde’s hand and icily retorted, “Natalie

ticket, Natalie’s eyes betrayed a flicker

wavering in her gaze and couldn’t help

you’re unaware, but this 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 be his final exhibition. Professionals throughout the industry are clamoring to attend. Such tickets are

in the design world could resist the allure of Nelson’s

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

his mind, a man ignorant of

Brandon’s expression

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

recalled his dismal performance in school art classes and his woeful lack of artistic

his unfamiliarity with art, if he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he could easily

in Brandon’s reaction and gently touched his

regarded Clyde coolly, asking,