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.

was Mr.

Natalie’s

pursed her lips and refused to

Brandon couldn’t

a withering glare at the sound of

she swiftly wrapped

her line of questioning

grasped Brandon’s

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

they exited the studio,

Natalie spotted a man waiting at the door, and her brow furrowed in

caught sight of Natalie and immediately beamed,

pleasure to meet

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

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

Lambert. Don’t dwell on it. If there’s nothing else, please

seemed to

upset. I’m here

a ticket from his

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

harbored a deep dislike

in Clyde’s hand and icily retorted, “Natalie has no

the ticket, Natalie’s

the wavering in her gaze and couldn’t help

artist within the industry. His age advances, and this may very well be his final exhibition. Professionals throughout the

design

to extend an invitation to Natalie, not only

man ignorant of

Brandon’s expression grew

lies in business, not design

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

he desired entrance to Nelson’s exhibition, he

and gently touched his hand, signaling for him to remain

Clyde coolly, asking, “Is your apology

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