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.

curiosity, Lexi quietly inquired, “Boss, what was Mr. Larson’s

again, Natalie’s

her lips and refused to

seeing this, Brandon couldn’t help but

him a withering glare at the sound of his

swiftly wrapped

abandoned her line of questioning and

exhale, Natalie grasped Brandon’s hand and hurriedly ushered

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

exited the studio,

man waiting at the door, and

Natalie and immediately beamed, approaching

White, a pleasure to

presence of Clyde irked Natalie, but, ever the diplomat, she masked

expression was tinged with guilt as he replied, “I’ve come to apologize for

Natalie responded, “Accidents happen, Mr. Lambert. Don’t dwell on it.

seemed to

White, I know you’re upset. I’m here to offer a

a ticket from his pocket

you a gift as a token of my regret. I

deep

Clyde’s hand and icily retorted,

Natalie’s

wavering in her gaze and couldn’t help but

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

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

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

of

Brandon’s expression

in business, not design or art.

art classes and

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

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

coolly, asking, “Is your apology