Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 3: Justin Harper

A black luxury car left Bayford City's airport, gliding smoothly down the road. In the back passenger seat sat a handsome man in a black suit, leaning back with his eyes closed. The light from the passing street lamps streaming through the car window cast a soft glow on his tired face. "Find out who leaked the information about my arrival," his deep, dignified voice echoed inside the car.

"Yes, Mister Harper," the assistant replied, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. "The news has been taken care of. There are no pictures or videos of you available now. However, for those who have already seen the news, we can't do anything about them. But it's late at night, so the number of viewers must be low."

After half an hour, the car arrived at an upscale villa area and entered the gates of a luxurious residence. The driver stepped out and opened the door for the man. As he stepped out, a sweet voice welcomed him.

"Justin, you are finally back." An elderly woman in a simple, knee-length elegant dress, holding a cane, walked towards him with a gentle smile on her lips.

Despite his fatigue, he offered a light smile. "Grandma."

She looked around playfully. "I don't see any grandma here."

"Julia," he corrected himself, "at this hour of night, you should have been sleeping, instead of waiting for me?"

"I could not wait to see you, Justin," she hugged him gently. "Tell me you're not going back."

"I'm not," he assured her. "Where's Father?"

"That grumpy brat is in the drawing room."

The two entered the drawing room where James Harper was watching the news, his expression serious. His gold-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose gave him a scholarly appearance. James Harper was one of the most renowned businessmen in the country, the head of the richest business empire.

He looked at the newcomer who greeted him, "Father."

James offered a light nod. "I saw the news. Though it has been removed now, this can't continue. What do you plan to do?" His voice was deep and dignified, face lacking any particular emotion.

Julia frowned. "He just arrived home after so many years, and instead of caring about him, you're acting like a businessman even at home."

assuring glance and turned to his father. "I will reveal myself when the time is right. I do not want unnecessary attention when I need

simply hummed

dinner. I have prepared everything you

a few days here after he was

the family of three had dinner together, James retired to his

relief once James was gone. "Justin, come with

handed him a file. "You have to go to

a picture of a young girl in a school uniform, then read her

Ford, age twenty-four, daughter of Caryn and Jay Ford, mother deceased, lives with grandparents, father, stepmother and sister. There was other additional information about her along with her latest pictures that Justin quickly skimmed through

asked. "You're not trying to

This girl is

"Sister? How is

but

for a moment before he heard the

the only one I can trust to execute this task." She looked at the file in his hands, "All the

Justin asked, befuddled as he stared down at the picture of his supposed sister. Was his grandma going senile, or was this some new prank? He

His grandma looked pained.

bring her home," Her hopeful eyes turned pleading, "Please, would you do this one favor

course I will,"

the Harper family when he was about ten years old. For the past fifteen years, James and Julia had been his family. There was very little he would not do for them. "But I want to verify the information given first.

just like her. She can't be a bad person. You can trust my judgment."

his eyes. "Julia, according to this file, Caryn Ford died when this girl was barely seven. She's now

forgot, you're as stubborn as James. Do whatever you want, but in the end, I want the daughter of this family to return

can do." He turned to leave with the file. "Good

the family will remain the same," Julia commented, as she watched his retreating back, "You know

"That's the least of my concerns,