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.

expectations of her husband are so lowly;

his boss’s pride wounded because

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right at eleven o’clock, Justin arrived at the hospital. Natalie was waiting for him in the parking lot so

the parking area and parked near where Natalie’s car was parked. Leaning against the bonnet of her car, she noticed a familiar figure stepping out of the black sedan, and once again, she found

with black leather shoes, following her instructions to tone down his usual pricey appearance. But even in this

that his pricey look wasn’t just about the clothes and accessories he wore—it was the man himself. His noble and

noticing that her gaze was still fixed on him. "Had enough?" His

gaze. "You... I told you not to look so pricey, and here you are, ignoring all my instructions," she said, trying to sound annoyed as she turned back to face him. "Being the ultimate boss,

own. If you want something lower than this, you might as well hire a homeless person

Aiden Handrix," she retorted and turned to walk towards the elevator. "Now you are here, let’s

thinking it wasn’t

Justin. He accepted it and followed Natalie, while Noah stayed back, hoping everything would go

to Noah’s understanding of her, Natalie was difficult to deal with and highly

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

to look at her, his expression unreadable,

asked defensively. "We have to look natural, so I have to

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

sweet? It’s not some mystery that only certain people know," she