Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother - Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Secret Lobby- Ivan Brown Is An Idiot Chapter 220: Secret Lobby- Ivan Brown Is An Idiot “Dan, you can leave as well,” Natalie instructed.

Dan hesitated, clearly reluctant to leave Natalie alone with this unfamiliar man.

However, seeing that she had already dismissed her bodyguards, he knew he had no grounds to stay.

With a slight nod, he stepped out of the room.

Once Dan left, Natalie walked forward and took a seat in the chair opposite Vincent.

Her gaze was cold, her voice steady as she asked, “Why are you here?” Vincent raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as his light gray eyes fixed on her.

“Is that really the right question to ask me?” he countered.

“You were the one who asked me to look for someone and told me that if I couldn’t, I might as well go to hell.

Since I’m not keen on going to hell-parting ways with my sweetheart would be unbearable-I decided to do as you asked.” With a loud thud, he tossed a file onto the table between them.

“Here’s what you wanted-information about a man named Aiden Hendrix.” Natalie’s heart skipped a beat as she stared at the file.

Which Aiden Hendrix had he found?

Was it Justin or the lookalike?

The situation was spiraling further out of control, and she almost regretted turning to Vincent for help.

Her mother was now tangled in the mess as well.

Sighing helplessly, she picked up the file and began flipping through it.

Meanwhile, Vincent leaned back, his tone laced with smug satisfaction.

“You blocked my number, so I realized you must have missed me terribly and wanted me to come see you in person.

So here I am,” he said, inhaling dramatically.

“So thoughtful of me, don’t you think?” Natalie ignored him entirely as if his words meant nothing to her, nor she was listening to his nonsense for the first time.  Instead, her focus remained on the file-and the photograph inside.

Her breath hitched as she stared at the image of a familiar face: either Justin or his lookalike.

“By the way,” Vincent added casually, “his real name is Aiden Shaw, and he’s here, in this city these days.” Natalie’s hand trembled as she stared at Vincent.

He had found Justin’s lookalike.

“H-How did you find him?” she asked, her voice shaky.

“Darling,” Vincent began with a smug grin, “are you forgetting who I am?

Do I really need to remind you?” “Ugh!” she muttered, barely suppressing her frustration.

Why are all these powerful men so insufferably narcissistic?

she screamed internally.

Can’t I have one normal man around me-just one-who gives me a straight answer without reminding me of their status and power?

“Would it cost you a kidney to just answer me straight for once?” she said coldly, glaring at him.

Vincent chuckled softly, clearly entertained by her irritation.

“Do you really think I’d come to this city without first finding out everything about you?

Hmm?” “Get to the point,” she snapped, her tone bored.

“Fine, fine,” he said with mock surrender, leaning back in his chair.

“This man, Aiden Hendrix, is your husband, isn’t he?

The one you were so desperately searching for.” Natalie remained quiet, giving out that he was right.

He chuckled again, shaking his head.

“It wasn’t all that difficult to find him.

That man only used the Aiden Hendrix identity once-to marry you.

If he hasn’t used it again, then it’s obvious he has another identity.

I just had to track the breadcrumbs left behind by that overconfident fool.

He thought no one would ever connect the dots, even after he waltzed in here and married my sweetheart without her consent.” Natalie didn’t press him further.

She knew all too well how capable Vincent was.

His vast resources could uncover mysteries a century old; her year-and-a-half-old marriage was child’s play for him.

“But what puzzles me,” Vincent said, leaning forward with a cold glint in his eye, “is how he managed to fool you into this marriage.

After everything I taught you?

After all my hard work to turn you into my sharp weapon?” Natalie had no answer to this and she could only silently accept the mocking.

In the eyes of others, she must be definitely a fool.  “Don’t tell me that idiot Ivan Brown have turned you into an idiot as well!

My smart, fearless Natalie, reduced to this?” He slammed his hand on the armrest, his tone growing angrier.

“Damn that man!

He ruined five years of my effort in such a short time.

I shall just shoot him…” “It’s not that€¦” Natalie started to explain, but her words faltered under his intense gaze.

She clearly feared Ivan being killed as Vincent was truly capable of doing so.

“Oh please!

Just a few messages of comfort from him, and you fell head over heels?

I should’ve questioned your so-called smartness back then, but I decided to give you the benefit of the doubt,” Vincent said, his tone dripping with mockery.

“Shut up, alright?” Natalie shot back, her frustration evident.

“Those messages were my strength.

You wouldn’t understand.” “Still defending him, sweetheart?” Vincent remained unbothered, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Forget the messages.

When you came here and met him in person, couldn’t you have been smart enough to realize you deserve better?” “Are you here to rub salt in my wounds?” Natalie snapped, her voice heavy with irritation.

“Aww, did my words hurt you, sweetheart?” Vincent chuckled, completely unfazed.

“Let me tell you something.

The only reason I haven’t gone straight to Aiden Hendrix and dragged him out myself is because I’m giving him some credit-for at least stopping you from marrying that idiot.” Natalie stared at him, her disbelief turning into resignation.

Another one.

Other than Justin and Victor, this was now the third man to call Ivan an idiot without even knowing him.

None of them approved of Ivan for her.

Most important, was Aiden Handrix trying to stop her from marrying Ivan as well?

Are these men around me running some secret lobby with the title- Ivan Brown is an idiot?

She had never thought of Ivan as an idiot, but these days, with how blinded he was by Briena’s manipulative ways, she couldn’t deny the truth staring her in the face.

They might have been right all along.

Maybe it’s time for me to join this secret lobby and say as well- Ivan Brown is an idiot.

But it seems like I was the real idiot, she thought bitterly.

No wonder they all doubt my intelligence when it comes to Ivan Brown.

She let out a silent groan.

Now, I truly wish he wasn’t the one who sent me those messages.

At least then I wouldn’t feel guilty when I destroy his fiancée.