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."

stared at her wordlessly for a moment. This woman wasn’t going to show her intentions before he revealed

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

but I’m sorry to disappoint you—I have

you need to do

station and report that my husband is missing—the

tried to uncover his identity, but it’s been well hidden. We have no other way to

like you couldn’t find it?" she asked, surprised, though inwardly she thought, Good thing I didn’t put all my hopes on this rich

have access to all the 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 to find him for you. As his family—most importantly, as his

his suggestion, mulling it over for a moment before nodding thoughtfully.

everything," Justin declared with a tone of finality, not waiting

think it’s a good plan," she countered, meeting his gaze, the man

brow, intrigued. "You

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

to expect anything straightaway from this woman. She was here all of a sudden, he would have known she came here with a plan out of her own need,

and let her take the lead—at least

hesitation, leaving both men in the room stunned and

the audacious woman before him. The urge to throw a particular file in her face and

to approach Justin like this, let alone propose something so bold. And the

the sudden chill in the air around Justin. The handsome

and I can’t tell him the truth—he might have another

softened slightly at her explanation, though the thought of