Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 21: Be My Husband

Natalie arrived at the hotel and was led to the presidential suite by the same man who had escorted her before. Entering the drawing room of the suite, she noticed the familiar, handsome man sitting in the chair, seemingly going through some information in his tablet.

He wore a perfectly tailored dark suit, one leg casually crossed over the other. His hair was styled elegantly, though a few loose strands fell toward his forehead, adding a touch of casual charm to his otherwise sharp appearance. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed in concentration, and his perfectly shaped lips were pressed together lightly. His long fingers moved skillfully across the screen.

This man was the sight to behold.

Just like the last time, Natalie found herself staring at him, unable to control her thoughts. There was something about his presence that captivated her every time.

Sensing her presence, Justin looked up, only to meet her gaze which was clearly stuck at him. He raised a questioning brow.

Realizing what she was doing, Natalie quickly averted her eyes and sat in the chair opposite him, internally questioning why she reacted this way every time she saw him.

Calm and composed, she made herself comfortable in the chair. "Good afternoon, Mr Harper."

Justin offered her a light nod and put the tablet aside. "Good to see you here, finally, Ms Ford."

"I was told you wished to meet me. May I know the reason?" she asked, her tone measured.

"The same reason you finally agreed to respond, despite telling my assistant to inform me to go to hell," Justin replied, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement.

Natalie awkwardly cleared her throat, realizing he had overheard her earlier conversation with his assistant.

"Your assistant happened to call me at the wrong moment," Natalie explained, trying to regain her composure. "I agreed to meet you because I was tired of the constant calls from your assistant. So, let’s get to the point and end this."

a moment. This woman wasn’t going to show her intentions before

to find your husband," Justin finally said. "I believe you want to

to disappoint you—I have no means of finding him," Natalie replied,

he insisted. "All you need to

station and report that my husband is missing—the husband I’ve never

That’s the only way," he explained calmly. "We’ve tried to uncover his identity, but it’s been well hidden. We have no other way to

it?" she asked, surprised, though inwardly she thought, Good thing

data related to everyone’s identity in this country. Even if your husband is some kind of top-secret agent whose identity is always concealed, they’ll still be able

it over for a moment before nodding thoughtfully. "That

station and help you with everything," Justin declared with a tone of

good plan," she countered, meeting his gaze, the man

raised a brow, intrigued. "You don’t want to find your

him just as much as Mr. Harper wants to find his lookalike," she replied, her voice steady. "But I

he would have known she came here

and let her take

she replied, without a trace of hesitation, leaving both men in the

demeanor shifted; his eyes turned cold as he stared at the audacious woman before him. The urge to throw a particular file in her face and reveal the truth—that he was her stepbrother—surged within him. How dare she even

glanced at his boss, whose expression had grown increasingly grave. No woman had ever dared to approach Justin like this, let alone propose something so bold. And the first to

the air around Justin. The handsome face she had

hours in front of my sick grandpa. He wants to meet my husband, and I can’t tell him the truth—he might have

grave expression softened slightly at her explanation, though the thought of acting as