Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 87: Mysterious Man

The emcee, clearly flustered, tried to regain control. "Sir, have you perhaps mistaken Ms. Briena for Ms. Natalie?"

The mysterious man’s voice cut through the room, firm and unyielding. "I know exactly who I bid on. Ms. Natalie is the one my boss wishes to dance with tonight."

Another wave of murmurs rippled through the hall.

This rich and handsome looking man who they thought was some bigshot, claimed to have his own boss. Who must be the person?

Natalie’s confusion deepened. Justin... could it be him?He’s the only rich man I know, who would go to such lengths to protect me or to be precise to help me.

The emcee, still reeling from the shock, hesitated before asking, "May I ask, who is your boss, sir? Which esteemed figure will be gracing us with a dance alongside the beautiful Ms. Natalie?"

"That is not for you to know," the man replied coldly, his expressions and tone arrogance. "In fact, no one here is worthy of knowing him."

His words left the entire room in stunned silence. The arrogance, the confidence—it was unlike anything they had ever heard.

Before anyone could react, the doors of the event hall swung open, and in walked several bodyguards, dressed in sharp black suits. They lined up on either side of the aisle, creating a path.

powerfully built, exuding an air of control and mystery. He wore a sharp suit beneath a stylish trench coat, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

more was that his face, from the eyes down, was covered by a

presence radiating authority. Every step he took seemed to silence the murmurs, as

standing frozen, felt her heartbeat

with jealousy as the

one everyone admired and praised. Yet here was Natalie, once again stealing the spotlight with this mysterious bidder who

this happen?’ Briena thought, her eyes flashing with fury. ’There must be a mistake. He can’t possibly know

signaled to her friends with a subtle glance, and they quickly gathered around her, ready

Ivan was equally shocked. He would never dream of bidding billions on anyone—not

tightening. ’Another man she’s been involved with behind my

place, studied the approaching figure intently. Her mind raced as she tried to read every detail of his movements, her gaze never

led by Lily, stepped into his path. Their presence forced him to stop, his eyes narrowing

some wealthy man and not faking it on Natalie’s order?" Lily’s voice was full of suspicion. "Everyone knows no one would want to

responded with a cold, piercing glare, his expression unmoved by the accusation. Without a word, he glanced at

up. "Two billion for a dance with Ms. Natalie Ford," he announced flatly. Then,

Within moments, their devices beeped, and the confirmation came through. The donation had been made. Everyone stared