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.

shit," John scoffed, shaking his head in

as if she’d just seen a ghost. How do

glance, Justin and

Briena as she messed up with the wrong man. His boss, Justin Harper, could be the most sophisticated gentleman in the world, but if someone pushed the wrong buttons, he wouldn’t hesitate to stoop to their level

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

car where Noah was waiting. They slipped into the backseat, the doors

into the seat, he turned to Noah. "Give

seat, reached into the glove compartment and handed over a

said with a frown,

bag beside him. He pulled out a different

trace of concern in his voice. "Before returning to this country,

I’m in the mood for jokes?" Justin’s

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

times call for drastic measures," Justin muttered, his voice low and dangerous as

was answered

space of the car. His gaze darkened as he continued, each word laced with 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 put a bullet in your

this moment. After a long time they were seeing the flash of