Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother - Chapter 322

Chapter 322: Justin’s Interesting Work
Somewhere far away, a man sat in a chair behind an ordinary desk, listening to his assistant. His white shirt had the top two buttons undone, revealing part of his perfectly sculpted chest. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, highlighting his toned arms. His long, slender fingers tapped against the armrest, his eyes closed.

“…Mr. Harper, this is what happened during the banquet. Your father arranged the meal especially for Ms. Natalie after what the princess and her friends did,” Noah explained everything to Justin.

Leaning back in his black chair leisurely, Justin had a light, satisfied smirk on his lips. “Seems like my wife still has strong support even when I’m not there.”

“Yes, Mr. Harper,” Noah nodded.

Justin opened his eyes as he stood up from the chair. Running a hand through his hair, he tousled it slightly—but the messy look made him look more alluring. “Well, since I don’t have to worry about her, let’s take care of our business.”

With that, Justin picked up the gun from the desk and walked out of the room, Noah following quietly.

The door opened into another dimly lit room, empty except for a single chair in the center. A man sat on it, with two tall, robust men standing on either side of him.

The moment the man saw Justin, he immediately started to beg. “Forgive me! I didn’t mean to betray you… They… They forced me… You know how powerful they are… Th-They…”

Justin stood facing him, an evil glint in his eyes, idly playing with the gun in his hand as he asked, “Powerful? Hmm… More than me?”

“N-No… Of course not,” the man immediately corrected himself. “You are the king, while they are just peasants…”

“I was peaceful for the past few months, and you all thought I was dead,” Justin said, casually examining the gun in his hand.

“No. That’s not true…”

He took a step forward, and the man trembled in fear as he knew this Devil in front of him didn’t know the meaning of mercy.

“Please spare me this time… Ughh… umm—”

“So annoying.”

Justin shoved the gun into the man’s mouth, silencing him instantly.

A moment later, three gunshots echoed through the room.

The man slumped lifelessly in the chair, blood splattered behind him, his throat torn apart by the bullets.

Justin tossed the gun to one of the two men and instructed them, “Hang his dead body upside down at the entrance of his villa. Make sure it’s a good show.”

The two men bowed, and Justin walked out of the room, with Noah following closely behind.

“Prepare for me to fly to the Eastern Country,” Justin ordered.

“Are we going there?” Noah asked, sounding skeptical.

“Time to deal with them personally,” Justin replied as he walked ahead toward his car. “While Natalie is busy, I can finish my business there before she returns.”

“Understood, Mr. Harper.” Noah opened the car door for him to step in.

Just as Justin settled into the car, his phone rang. A call from Natalie.

Finally, his expression—cold and deadly just moments ago—softened, as if the grim reaper-like aura had never been there in the first place.

“Hmm! So, my wife finally remembered that she has a husband whom she left behind,” Justin teased.

“Left behind?” came her response. “Didn’t I ask you to come with me? But this husband of mine values his work more than his lovely wife.”

Justin chuckled. It was rare to hear her talk this way. “Seems like distance has made you bolder. If you want, I can be there right this moment and show you just how much I value our time together—especially our time in bed. I’d leave all the work in the world behind just to…”

“Pervert!” she interrupted, feigning anger, though he could hear the playful chuckle in her voice. “Stay there and let me enjoy my alone time here. Anyway, I know you’re not in the Imperial City. Where are you now?”

“I was getting bored when you weren’t around, so I just flew somewhere to do some interesting work,” Justin replied.

“Interesting work? What does it include?”

“What do you think?”

“As long as it doesn’t involve you playing around with other women, anything will do.”

“The only woman I want to play around with is on the other end of this call.”

He heard her chuckle once more. He could tell she was happy today.

“Wherever you are, be safe and return to me once I’m back in the Imperial City,” she said, not pressing further about his whereabouts.

“Whatever my wife says,” he replied in delight.

“Umm… today, were you the one who sent that meal for me?” Natalie asked.

“Meal?” Justin asked, feigning nonchalance as if he had no idea what she was talking about.

“Don’t act. Ryan—your personal CCTV camera—is with me all the time, and you don’t know what I’m talking about?” she asked.

He chuckled at how she referred to Ryan and said, “No! That wasn’t me.”

“Then, who was it?”

“How would I know? Maybe you can try to find out on your own,” Justin answered. He didn’t tell her intentionally, knowing that sooner or later she would figure it out. “But if you want me to help you find out, there’s a price for my assistance.”

“What price? You’re the richest man, and you want money from a poor woman like me?” she asked.

“Money is worthless compared to the kind of payment I expect from you.”

“What?”

“Maybe it’s time to fulfil my fantasy—with you taking the lead in bed and…”

“I’m not listening,” she interrupted him quickly knowing where it was going. “It’s late. I’m sleeping. Good night.”

What followed was the sound of the call disconnecting.

Justin laughed softly, thinking, It’s so easy to tease this tigress.

Through the rearview mirror, Noah glanced at Justin and thought, This demon softens only for his wife.

—–

Back in her hotel room, Natalie lay in bed after disconnecting the call. Her gaze was fixed on the ceiling as she couldn’t help but wonder.

If not Justin, then who arranged it? And the person even said I’m family. Who else is here that I know—and who knows me as well?

As she thought about it, only one name flashed in her mind.

“James Harper?” she murmured, furrowing her brows.

Tsk! That man looks at me as if he can’t stand the sight of me. He can’t be the one… or maybe he is?

She let out a sigh, deep in thought.

During tomorrow’s event, I’ll try to take a look at all the VVIP guests and see if anyone else is there that I know.