Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother - Chapter 109

Chapter 109: Justin’s Bottomline

“Leave my sister and come to me,” Briena said, with utter confidence. “I’ll make sure you earn more than you can even imagine. I’m already a star, and I can get you a role in the next film I sign.” She leaned closer, her eyes glinting with arrogance. “If you love your profession that much, you can be a gigolo for me instead.”

John nearly choked on his breath, shocked by her audacity. Gigolo? Does this woman have a death wish?

Justin, unfazed by the crude proposition, raised an eyebrow and mocked, “Though I may be a gigolo, I have standards.” He glanced over at John. “What do you think?”

John quickly nodded, playing along with a serious expression. “Actually, one of the watchmen at my apartment building is tired of his job and was looking for a position as a gigolo for a wealthy woman. This lady here seems like a perfect match for him. I’ll pass on the message to him about this rich madam looking for company.”

Justin hummed, “You deserve a raise for a generous suggestion.”

“You… You two… Who do you think you are?” Briena stammered, utterly insulted, her face flushed with anger.

“The richest man in this country,” John said calmly, his voice steady and unflinching. “And I’m his most honoured personal bodyguard.”

Briena scoffed, her expression twisting with disbelief. She glared at Justin, fury radiating off her. “You think Natalie can make you rich? You’ll see soon enough—you’ll come crawling back to me, begging. You’ll see what a slut Natalie is—”

“Seems like you got tired of Ivan Brown after sucking him off just twice and are now looking for a new toy?” Justin’s cold voice sliced through the air, cutting her off mid-sentence. His gaze was sharp, his tone deadly. “Did he taste that bad?”

The moment someone would insult Natalie, Justin knew he didn’t have to hold back either or rather he found it impossible to hold back. No one was allowed to insult her.

“Maybe she found it tasted like shit,” John scoffed, shaking his head in disdain.

Briena, was left stunned, looked as if she’d just seen a ghost. How do they know about this? she thought, shock and confusion flooding her mind.

Without sparing Briena another glance, Justin and John turned and walked away.

John pitied Briena as she messed up with the wrong man. His boss, Justin Harper, could be the most sophisticated gentleman in the world, but if someone pushed the wrong buttons, he wouldn’t hesitate to stoop to their level and strike back just as hard.

‘These people here, especially these Fords, they are truly not aware they are dealing with- the Demon himself and this Demon is holding back for the sake of that single woman- Natalie Ford, who seems to have become his bottom line.’

Once outside the hospital. Justin and John approached a sleek, luxury car where Noah was waiting. They slipped into the backseat, the doors closing with a soft thud.

As soon as Justin settled into the seat, he turned to Noah. “Give me the phone.”

Noah, sitting in the driver’s seat, reached into the glove compartment and handed over a business phone.

“Not this one. The other one,” Justin said with a frown, his voice edged with impatience.

Noah blinked, then quickly opened the black leather laptop bag beside him. He pulled out a different cellphone, its screen still off, and turned it on before handing it over to Justin.

“Are you sure, Mr. Harper?” Noah asked cautiously, a trace of concern in his voice. “Before returning to this country, you said you’d stay away from it entirely.”

“Do I look like I’m in the mood for jokes?” Justin’s voice was icy, making Noah fall silent immediately.

Once the phone powered on, Noah handed it to Justin without another word. John exchanged a wary glance with Noah, sensing the shift in the air.

“Drastic times call for drastic measures,” Justin muttered, his voice low and dangerous as he dialed a number.

The call was answered within three rings.

“Find a man named Aiden Handrix. He looks exactly like me,” Justin commanded, his authoritative tone filling the confined space of the car. His gaze darkened as he continued, each word laced with menace. “Hunt him down, drag him out of whatever rabbit hole he’s hiding in, and bring him to me—dead or alive. If you can’t do that… then you’d better put a bullet in your own head before I do it for you.”

John and Noah didn’t dare move and felt even breathing would be a sin at this moment. After a long time they were seeing the flash of other, the dangerous, side of their boss.

Justin ended the call abruptly and handed the phone back to Noah. “Send him whatever you have on Aiden Handrix.”

“Yes, Mr Harper.” Noah looked at the phone. “Seems like there’s no point in switching this one off anymore,” he murmured before slipping it into his suit pocket instead of his bag.

“What’s the plan once we find him?” John asked cautiously. “Will Ms. Natalie accept him, considering… everything?”

“He’s not reaching her,” Justin declared coldly, “The only place he’s going is his grave.”

“That’s good as well. Ms Natalie doesn’t need to deal with another scum when her own family is full of them,” John mumbled.

“Noah,” Justin said sharply, “prepare a new ID for me. In the name of Aiden Handrix.”

Noah’s eyes widened in the shock of realisation. “You’re going to be Aiden Handrix, Mr. Harper?”

Justin hummed, “Make it fast.”

John and Noah exchanged stunned looks, but both knew better than to question him. When their boss made a decision, there was no room for discussion.

Noah gulped silently, different thoughts filling his mind.

‘Then won’t he become a husband of his own step-sister? Killing the real man and taking his place….What exactly is he planning with this? Or has he truly fallen for his own step-sister? If that’s the case, then the real Aiden Handrix is bound to die. May god bless his soul.’