Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 9: Going To Look For Justin

Natalie returned to Mia's home, her clothes and hair drenched.

"My god, Nat, what happened?" Mia exclaimed to see Natalie like this. "Did they bully you?"

Natalie entered the home, shaking her head. "Bully me? They can dream on," she hung the car key on the hook before walking to her room. As she changed into a fresh pair of clothes, she explained everything to Mia, who had followed her inside and settled into a chair.

"You did well." Mia's voice was full of admiration. "Now you can work for me, right? You ditched your friend to work for that jerk Ivan, but now you have to work for me."

Though Mia came from a wealthy family, she was determined to build her own cosmetics company without relying on their help. Just like Natalie, she preferred to rely on her own abilities.

"Alright," Natalie agreed in a tired tone only to have Mia jump into excitement and hug her tightly.

"Let go," Natalie frowned, feeling slightly suffocated.

Mia let her go, her face brimming with happiness, "Since you've agreed to work with me, I have good news for you."

"Nothing can be good news unless I catch that jerk Aiden Hendrix and beat the crap out of him," Natalie commented lazily, slumping onto the bed, feeling exhausted due to tiring events from the morning.

"Well, that other jerk in your life seems to be in the city," Mia said, her voice serious. "Aiden Hendrix, I mean, Justin Harper, is in Imperial City."

"What?" Natalie suddenly felt a surge of energy course through her body as she jumped out of bed. "Tell me where he is. I'll go to him right away." She could not wait to solve the mystery of her marriage.

"Girl, calm down," Mia's voice was gentle. "He's not someone you can meet just because you want to. No one knows about his arrival in Imperial City. It's just that my father is close to James Harper, so he found out and happened to tell my brother, who will be handling business matters with the Harpers here. No one knows where he is at the moment."

"If he's that great of a businessman, then I'm sure he's the usual workaholic bastard and must have gone directly to his office to start working already," Natalie said, ready to leave. "I'll go to his office."

"Do you know where—?"

headquarters is located?" Natalie didn't wait for a

of massive iconic skyscrapers that showcased the extravagant wealth of the Harper group. Though their main business was established in the Bayford city, they were moving their base to

approached the reception desk, where two perfectly dressed and elegant receptionists

I help you, miss?" one of

without any hesitation, as if

receptionist offered her a puzzled look. "Miss, you must be mistaken. Mr.

I find him?"

receptionist shook her head. "No, I

the first receptionist and showed her mobile screen, making the first one's

deal with her," she whispered, and the first

second receptionist then proceeded, casting a judgmental gaze at

on but remained unbothered. Considering how pathetic her life had been in the past, she was used to receiving such gazes

"Natalie Ford," she answered.

mocking smirk playing on her lips. "So, Miss, you are that infamous bride from the trending news who betrayed her groom. Natalie Ford?"

turned to look at Natalie, whispers buzzing around the

"Yes, I am that same Natalie Ford. If I have satisfied

it quietly. But the second one chimed in, "Even if he were here, we wouldn't allow a woman like you to meet him. Who knows, the next thing you'd say

say it?" Natalie asked, her tone calm and composed, her clear eyes looking at

on the rich heirs of other families, but Mr. Harper is simply out of your reach. If you're done, please leave quietly, or

why did it feel like she was asking for something impossible? She felt like slapping her wedding certificate on the receptionist's face to shut her up, but she had forgotten to bring her bag

Mr. Harper is not here," the first receptionist said politely, assuming her

could see she was not lying. "Alright, I will

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presidential suite of

his assistant, Noah, brought him