Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 22: He Is Born Handsome

In the evening, Noah received a message from Natalie. As he read it, his brows furrowed.

"Mr. Harper, there’s a message from Ms. Natalie," Noah informed him cautiously.

"You don’t have to tell me. Just schedule it like any other outside meeting," Justin responded, not looking up from his work.

"There’s something more, Mr. Harper," Noah added hesitantly. "A few instructions from her before you meet her grandfather on how you should present yourself."

Justin raised a brow. He knew there was nothing lacking in the way he carried himself—everything about him was meticulously perfect. But this woman dared to doubt him. Wasn’t she the one who couldn’t seem to take her eyes off him whenever they met, as if she had never seen a man as handsome and perfect as him?

If it were any random woman, he would have dismissed her immediately, let alone entertained her ever again . But Natalie was simply allowed just because she was his step-sister and he had to take her home.

"What are the instructions?" he asked, leaning back in his chair leisurely, folding his hands across his chest.

Noah hesitated before reading out the details. "You’re not allowed to take a luxury car; instead, you need to arrange a midrange vehicle to avoid any unnecessary attention. You’re not to wear an expensive suit or any high-end accessories. Clothes that are suitable for someone in a white-collar job are preferred.

"In short, avoid anything that might reveal your identity as a wealthy person. You need to maintain the image of a typical white-collar worker or an emerging businessman, but nothing more than that. The rest of the instructions will be given when you two meet."

Noah finished and glanced at his boss, waiting for a reaction.

slightly in a mix of amusement and disdain. "Her expectations of her husband are so lowly; no wonder

his boss’s pride wounded because she asked him to act like an

—--

Natalie was waiting for him in the parking lot

of her car, she noticed a familiar figure stepping out of the black sedan, and once again, she found

perfectly fitted shirt and black pants, along with black leather shoes, following her instructions

as she watched him walk towards her. Their eyes met, and she felt her heart skip a beat. She realized that his pricey look wasn’t just about the clothes and accessories he wore—it was the man himself. His noble and rich presence was something that couldn’t be hidden, no matter

her gaze was still fixed on him. "Had enough?" His deep, dignified voice echoed in the parking

you are, ignoring all my instructions," she said, trying to

tucked into his pant pockets, Justin looked directly into her eyes. "I’m wearing the most ordinary clothes I own. If you want something lower than this, you might

don’t have time to search for a homeless person who looks like that jerk Aiden Handrix," she retorted and turned to walk towards

thinking it wasn’t his fault he was born

over the basket of fruits to Justin. He accepted it and followed Natalie, while Noah stayed back, hoping

was difficult to deal with

Just letting you know beforehand so you won’t be caught off guard." She didn’t wait for his response and continued, "Since we’re

to look at her, his expression unreadable, as if she had said something

defensively. "We have to look natural, so

was just wondering if you even know how to be sweet," he replied, a

doesn’t know how to be sweet? It’s not some mystery