Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother - Chapter 185

Chapter 185: Cleaning The Shit Chapter 185: Cleaning The Shit As the current melody ended, Natalie said, “I’m done dancing.” Justin held her hand and led her off the dance floor.

Ivan, watching how Natalie looked so shy yet intimate with this man, frowned and left before the next song could start.

Briena, seeing Ivan’s reaction, felt even more bitter.

This woman won’t stop affecting my life.

Just you wait.

Justin had seen how Ivan had left feeling all jealous and grinned inwardly.

‘How dare you look at my woman?

This is what you get for looking at her.

You continue and one of these days, you will lose your eyes.’ When they reached the table, Natalie felt too shy to face her grandfather.

She turned to Justin and murmured, “I need to visit the washroom.” As she walked away, Irene and Briena exchanged a glance.

This was their chance to put their plan into action.

John and Ryan followed closely behind Natalie.

John was her personal bodyguard, while Ryan was there under Justin’s orders.

“You two, I’m just heading to the washroom.

No need to follow me,” Natalie said as she walked toward the resort building, where the staff had directed her.

“We can’t take any risks,” John replied firmly, continuing to follow her.

“Ryan, shouldn’t you be by Justin’s side?

He’s alone,” she asked.

“He doesn’t need me,” Ryan replied, chuckling inwardly.

If only you knew the kind of man he is.

Others might need protection from him instead.

These people don’t realize who’s gracing their lowly party.

Natalie entered the washroom area, while Ryan and John waited outside.

Inside, she stood in front of the mirror, taking in her flushed face.

When will he stop being so bold?

Grandpa was watching, too, she sighed, then let another thought cross her mind.

That kiss made me forget what I was doing€¦ Perhaps one of these days, at home, I’ll ask him to dance with me again and try to figure it out.

That would be better.

—- Meanwhile, Justin was seated with Albert and his friends, enjoying a conversation.

No one brought up the Heart Stone, respecting Albert’s request to avoid the topic.

“Let’s have another round of drinks with our grandson-in-law, Aiden!” one of the old men said cheerfully.

Justin didn’t decline, appreciating how happy Albert seemed.

A server arrived to serve another round of drinks, but as he reached Justin, he accidentally missed a glass, spilling the drink onto Justin’s clothes.

The server immediately bowed, looking nervous.

“I’m so sorry, sir.

I didn’t mean to.” Justin remained perfectly still, showing no sign of irritation or anger, barely even moving as the liquid soaked into his clothes.

His intense gaze fixed on the server, whose expression shifted to one of genuine fear under Justin’s watchful eyes.

“I…I apologize.

Please, allow me to help you clean up,” the server stammered.

Justin’s response was a silent, unblinking stare-cold and calculating, like a predator observing its prey.

“You should be more careful while working,” Albert admonished.

“Such irresponsibility.” “I’m very sorry, sir,” the server repeated, glancing warily at Justin.

“There are guest rooms nearby.

Please allow me to guide you there to freshen up, sir.” Justin stood up, seemingly accepting the offer, and gestured for the server to lead the way.

As he followed, his gaze remained fixed on the server’s every movement, from his body language to the subtle glances he exchanged with others as they walked.

—– Meanwhile, inside the washroom…

Two of Briena’s friends entered.

“Now you even bring bodyguards to the ladies’ washroom?” one of them taunted.

Natalie rolled her eyes, annoyed at their presence.

“As far as I can see, they’re standing outside,” she replied coolly.

She had come here for some quiet, to sort out her thoughts, but someone always seemed intent on disturbing her-even in the washroom.

“Natalie, your husband seems rather€¦ skilled at pleasing women,” one of them sneered.

“No need to feel jealous,” Natalie replied, heading toward the door.

“Don’t get angry.

But he is a gigolo-aren’t you worried he might be tempted by any woman here?” “He’s not interested in trash,” Natalie shot back, moving to exit.

One of them stepped in front of her, blocking the door.

“Then how come he ended up with you?” Natalie’s eyes narrowed as she glared.

“Are you asking for a beating?” “Oh, we know you can be violent.

We just want to have a chat with you,” the other woman said, moving to block her further.

“My bodyguards are right outside.

If I call them, you’ll have nothing more to say,” Natalie warned.

“Aren’t you worried that will ruin your grandpa’s day?

Imagine causing a scene on such an important occasion,” one of them replied smugly.

Natalie sighed, frustration mounting.

“Are you leaving, or am I going to have to make you leave?” The woman laughed.

“Why the hurry?

Afraid your husband is off somewhere with another woman at the party, busy earning for you?” “I’m warning you for the last time,” Natalie said, struggling to keep her patience.

She knew they were here to provoke her, trying to get a reaction.

The two women exchanged a glance, smirking.

They were tasked with keeping Natalie occupied here, and they intended to do just that-by any means necessary.

“Natalie, he’s a gigolo anyway.

Why don’t you let us borrow him for a night?

We’ll pay him more than he’s ever earned.” Snap!

At that, Natalie’s patience snapped.

In the next instant, the woman found her hair gripped in a monstrous hold as Natalie dragged her into one of the bathroom stalls.

“Ahh€¦ let me go!” the woman screamed.

“Natalie, what are you doing?” the other friend panicked, watching in horror as Natalie shoved her friend’s face toward the toilet and hit the flush, letting her face plunge into the water as she struggled but failed to break free.

As the flush finished, Natalie released her and asked coldly, “Was one flush enough to get the shit out of your mouth, or would you like a few more?” The woman, now crying and disgusted, huddled in the corner, horrified by what had just happened.

Natalie turned to the other one.

“Would you like me to help clean out your shitty mouth as well?” Terrified, the second woman bolted from the bathroom as if she’d seen a ghost.

Ryan and John, waiting outside, didn’t bother checking on the noise coming from inside.

“Told you, there’s nothing to worry about,” John said to Ryan with a shrug.

“I’ll never underestimate her again,” Ryan admitted, shaking his head.