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.

tasted like shit," John scoffed, shaking

just seen a ghost. How do they

sparing Briena another glance, Justin

Briena as she messed up with the wrong man. His boss, Justin Harper, could be the most sophisticated gentleman in the world, but

himself and this Demon is holding back for the sake of that single woman- Natalie Ford, who seems

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

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

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

one. The other one," Justin said with a frown, his voice

black leather laptop bag beside him. He pulled out a different cellphone, its screen still off, and turned it on before handing it

his voice. "Before returning to this country, you said you’d stay away from

in the mood for jokes?" Justin’s voice was icy, making Noah fall

to Justin without another word. John

measures," Justin muttered, his voice low and dangerous as he dialed a

was answered within

menace. "Hunt him down, drag him out of whatever rabbit hole he’s hiding in, and bring him to me—dead or alive. If you can’t do that... then you’d better

dare move and felt even breathing would be a sin at this moment.