Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother - Chapter 142

Chapter 142: Briena’s Challenge Chapter 142: Briena’s Challenge Inside Sephina’s office, everyone was watching Natalie speak to the reporters.

“Grandma, why is she so calm?” Briena asked.

“She’s good at faking it, just like her mother,” Sephina replied.

“They won’t let anyone see them panicked or scared.” “Did she just say Briena can’t dare participate in the perfume competition after she already said she wasn’t interested in competing?” Clara asked.

“By challenging Briena, she has only put herself in trouble,” Sephina added.

“Just as we planned, she’ll be forced to participate.

When the reporters come to Briena, all she has to do is challenge Natalie back.

Everything will be set with another of our trump cards.” Briena’s face showed a hint of worry.

“But Grandma, I haven’t created any perfume in years.

I’m completely out of touch.

How am I supposed to€¦?” “You just focus on participating.

The rest will be arranged for you.

Don’t worry,” Sephina reassured her.

“Alright, Grandma,” Briena agreed.

As expected, after leaving Natalie, the reporters rushed to find Briena at the artist management department of Ford Industries.

In the spacious reception area of the building, the reporters were asked to wait for Briena.

Meanwhile, they were served tea and snacks, which pleased them.

Briena, dressed beautifully like the star she was, soon arrived and gracefully took a seat in one of the chairs arranged for her.

Her manager, Ana, stood behind her.

Calm and composed, Briena smiled gracefully.

She looked stunning-noble and approachable-unlike Natalie, who had left the reporters feeling uneasy.

“Ms.

Briena, you are truly beautiful and graceful, like a noble lady.

I hope you could teach some of your qualities to your sister as well,” a reporter remarked.

Briena gave him a soft smile.

“Everyone has their own unique personality, and we can’t change that.

But that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing.

My sister is perfect in her own way.” “Ms.

Briena, your sister shows no mercy with her harsh words, but you are truly generous and kind,” another reporter commented.

Briena simply smiled, letting him believe he was right.

“Ms.

Briena, have you seen what your sister, Ms.

Natalie, said during her interview a short while ago?” a reporter asked.

“I have,” Briena replied, her voice soft and her expression gentle.

“She claimed she didn’t plagiarize your work during the previous competition, where she was accused of doing so.

What would you like to say about that?” the reporter pressed.

“She even questioned if you might have plagiarized her work, and whether you are truly the perfume prodigy, Aroma.” Briena was prepared for this question and chuckled softly.

“My sister is truly stressed due to her work and seems to be struggling to accept reality.

But, I won’t take her words to heart.

If saying these things makes her feel better, so be it.

As for what happened during that competition, everything was laid bare for all to see.

There were proofs of her actions, as well as confirmation of whether I am Aroma.

I have nothing more to say when someone continues to deny the truth despite knowing it clearly.

You can’t argue when the person is delusional.” The reporters listened attentively.

“So, do you plan to participate in this year’s perfume competition?

Your sister appeared to challenge you, asking if you dare to participate.” “I’ve been away from perfume making as my priorities shifted to piano, and I haven’t had much time.

But it seems I should take this opportunity to polish my perfume-making skills and let everyone see the truth, so no one ever questions my credibility again.” Briena then looked into one of the cameras and said, “Dear sister, I accept your challenge.

But will you accept mine?

How about we both participate in the competition?

I’ll be waiting to hear from you.” The reporters cheered.

“That’s the spirit, Ms.

Briena!

We’ll all be rooting for you to win.” “Thank you so much.

I’ll do my best not to disappoint you,” Briena responded.

“Ms.

Briena, you must have been saddened by the news that your first movie, which was set to premiere next week, has been canceled.

How do you feel about that?” “What can I say, when I’m not even sure how it happened?

Who could be so bitter toward me to use their influence to cancel a movie that was completely ready for release, causing such a loss to the filmmakers?” Briena said, her tone tinged with sadness, hinting at something more.

“Ms.

Briena, you’ve had a peaceful, scandal-free career until now.

You haven’t had any bad blood with anyone, except for your recent issues with your sister,” a reporter said.

“Do you think she’s behind the movie cancellation?” “My sister isn’t that powerful.

Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t possibly pull it off,” Briena replied.

“But she’s been associating with some powerful men lately.

What if€¦,” the reporter trailed off, before adding, “We asked her today, but she might just go ahead and sue us for defamation.” “Only God knows what’s going on.

I just wish my sister good luck with whatever she’s doing and hope she doesn’t find herself in trouble,” Briena responded, subtly implying that Natalie might indeed have had a hand in the movie’s cancellation, and that she was involved with some wealthy men in questionable ways.

“Ms.

Briena, when can we expect the news of you and Mr.

Ivan Brown getting married?” another reporter asked.

She smiled shyly.

“First, we plan to have an official engagement.

The way we got engaged wasn’t exactly ideal.

We want to start fresh and do things properly.” “That’s great to hear, Ms.

Briena.

We wish you and Mr.

Brown a beautiful, enviable relationship.” “Thank you so much.” “On that note, as a family, you must have met Ms.

Natalie’s husband, your brother-in-law.” “I have,” Briena confirmed.

“Who is he?

What kind of man has your sister married?” “If my sister likes him, then he must be a good man,” Briena replied diplomatically.

“Is it true that he’s a poor man-some say an embarrassment even to the poor-that he’s a gigolo living off your sister’s money?”