Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother - Chapter 190

Chapter 190: Start Of Briena’s Downfall Chapter 190: Start Of Briena’s Downfall In Natalie’s office, she and Mia were discussing the final plans for their upcoming perfume launch, while the news about Briena played on the TV.

“What the hell is wrong with this big production house?

How can they give her so much importance?

Have all the talented actresses in the world disappeared so they’re left with this wimp?” Mia exclaimed, visibly irritated.

“That bitch must be soaring high right now.” “The higher she soars, the harder she’ll fall-and this time, she won’t be getting back up,” Natalie said calmly, her focus still on their work, barely glancing at the TV.

Mia raised a brow, studying her.

“You seem awfully calm.

What’s going on?” “Just know that, everything that is happening, is to bring her downfall,” Natalie replied, calmly.  “Such a huge production house in play?” Mia mumbled, eyeing the TV again, then looking back at Natalie.

“Is this your handiwork?

Did you finally used the influence of your wealthy husband in a name?” “Something like that,” Natalie answered, not giving away much.

“It’s time for her to become famous all over the world, just like she’s always craved.” She hadn’t told Mia about the drug incident.

If she had, Mia would have likely gone after Briena herself by now.

“But why would she willingly do something that might lead her into trouble?” Mia asked, curious.

“She’ll have no other choice and her own greed would be the reason,” Natalie replied.

“Once the perfume competition ends, her downfall will begin.” Mia hummed, understanding.

“So it’s finally time for the world to know who Aroma really is, isn’t it?” Natalie nodded.

“Back then, I was powerless.

But now, it’s time to take back what’s mine.” “That bitch stole your identity, your creations, and painted you as a plagiarist,” Mia growled.

“But€¦ do you have a way to prove it?” Natalie gave her a knowing nod.

Mia’s face lit up.

“Perfect.” Natalie smirked.

“And I hear Mr.

Davis has already started calling himself your fiancé.” Mia’s reaction was immediate.

“What?

Since when?

Who told you?” Natalie remembered when Steve Davis had introduced himself as Mia’s fiancé to gain John’s trust and help them.

She was grateful for Steve’s help that night but couldn’t share all the details with Mia just yet.

“Oh, I just heard it somewhere, not sure where,” Natalie said casually.

“But it seems he’s still interested in you.” “My ass!” Mia frowned.

“That scoundrel can go after that slut he preferred over me.

If he dares spread those rumours, I’ll pull out his guts and feed them to stray dogs.” “So much anger, huh?” Natalie teased.

“Maybe he’s really changed.” “Once a betrayer, always a betrayer,” Mia replied.

“Anything can change, but that quality in men doesn’t.

From now on, don’t even mention him to me.” Natalie sighed, smiling.

“Alright, noted.

Now let’s focus on our perfume launch plans.” Just then, Victor barged into Natalie’s office.

“Did you really have to schedule my photoshoot with that idiotic woman today of all days?” “Why?” Natalie shot back, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Is today some special day where you’ve decided to repent for your shitty attitude and finally earn some good karma?” “I already earned enough good karma by agreeing to be your ‘slave’ after signing with your company,” Victor replied, annoyed.

“Not to mention the big investment I threw in to keep this sinking ship afloat.” “You’ll earn multiple times what you invested,” Natalie replied coolly.

“You should be thanking me for putting that idle wealth of yours to good use, securing your future as a rich man.

Now get ready to leave for the shoot-don’t keep Silvia waiting.” Victor gritted his teeth, then plopped down on the couch.

“I’ll go when I feel like it,” he muttered, pulling out his phone to play a game.

Natalie said nothing and continued working, unbothered by his antics.

Mia glanced between them, noticing the strange dynamic.

Victor was sulking on the couch like a stubborn child, playing games, while Natalie was completely focused on her work, not even pushing him to go to the shoot.

She raised an eyebrow, wondering, What’s going on here?

—– Inside a private, secured location outside the city, Justin waited, seated on a couch.

Across from him sat his lookalike, who had requested this second meeting after the instructions Noah had relayed the previous night.

Both men sat in almost identical positions: one arm on the armrest, one leg crossed over the other.

In their dark suits, they looked nearly indistinguishable.

Noah, watching from a side, couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

If this man ever decided to impersonate Mr.

Harper, no one would be able to tell the difference.

This isn’t good; we’ll have to be careful.

“So you wanted to meet me,” Justin began, his tone measured, his eyes cold.

“I take it you’re ready to explain why you need me to bring Natalie to you.” “Certainly,” his lookalike replied evenly.

“I’m all ears,” Justin replied, his gaze unwavering.

Although he maintained a calm front, he deeply resented that this man had any business involving Natalie.

The lookalike began his explanation.

“My mother is unwell.

She has a rare blood type and needs a matching bone marrow transplant for her treatment.

Natalie Ford is the only match I’ve found.” Justin studied him, assessing his sincerity, before speaking.

“How do you know Natalie is a match?” The man gestured to his bodyguard, Leo, who handed a file to Noah, who in turn passed it to Justin.

As he opened it, Justin saw a report indicating that Natalie was indeed a compatible match.

His brows furrowed.

“When and how did you get her blood tested?” “I can’t answer the ‘how’, but you’ll see the ‘when’ in the report,” the lookalike replied.

Justin checked the date on the report and noted that it was from about a year and a half ago-around the same time as the date on Natalie’s marriage certificate.

This only deepened his confusion.

“Why did you come after Natalie to check if she was a match among millions of people in this world?” Justin pressed, his tone firmer.

“There must be a strong reason behind your choice.”