Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 88: Dance

"Now step aside," the assistant continued sharply, "or you might have to pay for wasting my boss’ time. For every second he wastes here, whatever company your family owns, would have to pay for that loss. This is not an empty threat. If you still doubt me, check your finances tomorrow morning."

But Lily, defiant and unrepentant, couldn’t resist one last sneer. "You may be rich, but you’re blind when it comes to women," she scoffed. "Such a disgraceful and immoral woman you’ve bid on. What a waste of your wealth! The entire city knows who Natalie Ford really is. She’s already married to a nobody, yet she seduced Ivan Brown. I’m sure she learned those tricks while surviving in that filthy Xyron city. Who knows what kind of men she—"

Slap!

A sharp, resounding slap cut her words short. Lily stumbled and fell to the ground, stunned and in pain, her cheek as if on fire, her jaw seems to be dislocated.

One of the bodyguards who had been standing nearby had delivered the blow without hesitation and had already returned to his place, standing as though nothing had happened. His face showed no emotion, as if slapping Lily was just part of his duties.

The entire hall went silent, disbelief and shock hanging in the air. Lily, clutching her cheek, stared in stunned humiliation. No one dared to move or speak as if this new comer was the one who commanded everything here.

The assistant’s voice, still calm but laced with an icy edge, echoed through the room. "No one insults Ms. Natalie Ford in the presence of my boss. If you not heed warning, I dare you to try."

’What the hell is going on?’ Natalie felt like her mind would explode. Was she dreaming that someone truly taking her side this boldly?

for not welcoming you personally. I was caught up with an emergency." He then glanced

masked man had yet to utter a single word, yet his authority was unquestionable. His people were executing his orders effortlessly, leaving everyone

hell is this guy?" Rowan muttered under his breath, his confusion

others shared the same thought, but Mia turned to Rowan with a wry smile. "Whoever he is, he’s got

racing, trying to piece together what was

clear because of his trench coat. Well

the man stood facing her, his calm and determined gaze met with Natalie’s doubtful one, who

man seems to like it more casual. His eye colour is different from Justin’s as well? Is he

illuminated the pair standing in the center, heightening

dance of the evening, one that has already

it. Natalie accepted him and found him

her other hand at his shoulder, while both of them were still looking into each other’s eyes. Both moved in perfect sync at that delightful soft, pleasant and romantic

wanted to look into her beautiful eyes while she was trying to satisfy