Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 109: Justin’s Bottomline

"Leave my sister and come to me," Briena said, with utter confidence. "I’ll make sure you earn more than you can even imagine. I’m already a star, and I can get you a role in the next film I sign." She leaned closer, her eyes glinting with arrogance. "If you love your profession that much, you can be a gigolo for me instead."

John nearly choked on his breath, shocked by her audacity. Gigolo? Does this woman have a death wish?

Justin, unfazed by the crude proposition, raised an eyebrow and mocked, "Though I may be a gigolo, I have standards." He glanced over at John. "What do you think?"

John quickly nodded, playing along with a serious expression. "Actually, one of the watchmen at my apartment building is tired of his job and was looking for a position as a gigolo for a wealthy woman. This lady here seems like a perfect match for him. I’ll pass on the message to him about this rich madam looking for company."

Justin hummed, "You deserve a raise for a generous suggestion."

"You... You two... Who do you think you are?" Briena stammered, utterly insulted, her face flushed with anger.

"The richest man in this country," John said calmly, his voice steady and unflinching. "And I’m his most honoured personal bodyguard."

Briena scoffed, her expression twisting with disbelief. She glared at Justin, fury radiating off her. "You think Natalie can make you rich? You’ll see soon enough—you’ll come crawling back to me, begging. You’ll see what a slut Natalie is—"

"Seems like you got tired of Ivan Brown after sucking him off just twice and are now looking for a new toy?" Justin’s cold voice sliced through the air, cutting her off mid-sentence. His gaze was sharp, his tone deadly. "Did he taste that bad?"

The moment someone would insult Natalie, Justin knew he didn’t have to hold back either or rather he found it impossible to hold back. No one was allowed to insult her.

found it tasted like shit," John

she’d just seen a ghost. How do they know about this? she thought, shock and confusion flooding

glance, Justin and John turned and

boss, Justin Harper, could be the most sophisticated gentleman in the world, but if someone pushed the wrong buttons,

Fords, they are truly not aware they are dealing with- the Demon himself and this Demon is holding

outside the hospital. Justin and John approached a sleek, luxury car where Noah was waiting. They slipped into the backseat,

as Justin settled into the seat, he turned to Noah. "Give me the

driver’s seat, reached into the glove compartment and handed

other one," Justin said with

out a different cellphone, its screen

Mr. Harper?" Noah asked cautiously, a trace of concern in his voice. "Before returning to this country, you said

look like I’m in the mood for jokes?" Justin’s voice

it to Justin without another word. John exchanged a wary glance with Noah, sensing the

for drastic measures," Justin muttered, his voice

answered

the confined space of the car. His gaze darkened as he continued, each word laced with menace. "Hunt him down, drag him

this moment. After a long time