The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Sean looked troubled.

It was not because he doubted if Brandon could be a qualified assistant, but because the role of an assistant involved numerous responsibilities that could not be explained in just a few sentences.

Without professional training and several years of work experience, it would be impossible to quickly adapt and perform well in the job.

However, after seeing how determined Brandon was, Sean tried his best to explain the basics of being an assistant so that Brandon could avoid making mistakes.

From his understanding of Brandon, Sean was certain that with Brandon’s temperament, he would definitely irritate Natalie.

But perhaps Brandon was the only CEO in the world that would willingly serve as his wife's assistant.

After briefly learning about the role of an assistant, Brandon went to pick up Natalie with confidence.

As soon as Brandon entered the studio, Natalie rushed towards him and cried out proudly, “Guess what? Mrs.

Reed cback toand askedto design the clothes for her grandma! Mandy has been fired!” Deftly catching Natalie as she leaped into his arms, Brandon held her slender waist and said calmly, “I've already learned sbasics about the role of an assistant before coming here, so | will be able to start working as your assistant tomorrow.” Seeing him so prepared, Natalie's excitement popped like a balloon. Someone had spilled the beans! She turned to look at the only person who could have done it, Lexi.

Lexi innocently blinked her eyes, let out an awkward laugh, and said in a heavy tone, “Boss, it’s all for your good.

It's my job as an assistant to help Mr. Larson adapt to his new role.” Natalie was even more disappointed to hear that.

Sighing heavily, she felt let down and looked at Brandon gloomily. “I was hoping to surprise you myself.” Brandon asked with amusement, “Does it make a difference?” “Of course! | wanted to see you in shock, and | wanted to make you regret underestimating me! | hoped to hear you pleading withto spare you, looking pitiful!” Natalie said indignantly. She wanted to look at him with pity when he begged her to be spared and boss him around to do all kinds of things.

Besides, just the thought of Brandon pitifully begging for her mercy was thrilling for her.

Unfortunately, all her fantasies were quashed now.

And it was all Lexi’s fault! Natalie glared at Lexi. But Lexi looked around the room to avoid meeting her gaze.

Natalie snorted and turned to Brandon with a serious look in her eyes. “Have you made up your mind? Are you really going to be my assistant? I'm very strict when it comes to work, and | won't show any mercy. If you don’t want to do it, begto spare you!” Completely smitten with his wife's fierce side, Brandon let out a chuckle.

“How would you liketo beg for mercy, ma’am?” Natalie snorted, “You'd have to bringcoffee and givea massage, then I'll consider changing the terms.” Brandon remained calm and said, “In that case, I'll be your assistant for a day. I'll cto work tomorrow.” “You... Humph!” Seeing him so determined, Natalie's face flushed with anger. She turned her head away, not wanting to talk to him anymore. Natalie kept her pouty expression even after coming home. She even ate less than usual.

And right before she went to bed, she threatened Brandon once again, “You still have the night to think about it.

If you beg me, | will change the task to an easier one.” However, Brandon remained steadfast.

He got up earlier than usual the next morning, put on his clothes, and sat in the living room, quietly waiting for Natalie to cdownstairs.

When Natalie cdownstairs and saw his outfit, the corners of her lips twitched.

“That outfit doesn’t seem very suitable for your position.” “Oh? Is that right?” Brandon asked as he lowered his head to look at his attire. He raised an eyebrow teasingly and continued, “Then, my dear one-day boss, how do you think I should dress up?” Natalie frowned and said seriously, “What kind of assistant can afford such luxurious clothing? | can rent my stufor half a year with this outfit!” Natalie circled Brandon, scrutinizing his outfit while shaking her head disapprovingly. “And | can even buy two studios with your watch alone! With this extravagant get-up, how can | possibly order you around later?” she said in exasperation.

Brandon laughed and asked, “So, what should | wear to fit my role as an assistant?” Natalie rubbed her chin and pondered for a few seconds. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she pulled Brandon to the closet. She made him change into the cheapest clothes she could find and purposely messed up his hair to make him look a bit unkempt. However, no matter what he wore, Brandon still had an aristocratic air around him, like a nobleman from a painting. Even his slightly messy hair seemed to be a natural part of his charm.

While having a handshusband was something to be proud of, Natalie felt helpless.

She looked more like the assistant in comparison.

After making Brandon try many different outfits, Natalie finally gave up. She realized she couldn't hide his elegance and sophistication no matter how he dressed.

“Forget it. Just driveto work, my noble assistant!” Natalie said through her gritted teeth.

In the studio, Natalie sat arrogantly in the boss's chair while looking at Brandon standing in front of her.

Somehow, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction sweeping over her heart.

Although the process wasn’t pleasant, Natalie felt her frustration disappear when she saw Brandon transform into her assistant, serving her.

“Brandon,” Natalie said after clearing her throat. She smiled and continued, “Have | made myself clear about the things you need to do? Don’t forget to go through the documents on the desk. We have sclients coming later, so make sure you entertain them.” Brandon nodded emotionlessly and went out with the documents.