Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 162: What We Did Last Night

Natalie arrived at the office building, just as expected, with a cluster of reporters waiting for her. She stepped out of the car, casually tapping away on her phone, a light smirk playing on her lips. Ryan stood by her side, ready to shield her from the swarm of journalists.

"Ms. Natalie?" one of the reporters called out, but she remained focused on her phone.

To everyone’s surprise, the reporters held back their questions, waiting for her to acknowledge them. It seemed they had learned their lesson from previous encounters.

After half a minute, Natalie finished whatever she was doing on her phone and finally looked up at the crowd. "Why so quiet? Are you all done asking your questions all at once? If so, now’s your chance—one at a time."

"Ms. Natalie, there’s a video of you trying to assault your sister earlier today," a reporter said.

"Trying to assault? Are you sure that’s the words you want to use?" Natalie arched a brow, her tone sharp and without a hint of guilt.

"In the footage, it looks very much like it," the reporter insisted.

"You should say I assaulted her, not tried to assault her. When I do something, I don’t fail," Natalie responded with pride. "I went there to knock some sense into her rotten brain, which I did and I hope it worked."

"You’re admitting to assaulting her—on national TV," the reporter pressed.

"I think I just did." Natalie’s smirk deepened. "Anyone with a problem can file a police complaint."

The reporters exchanged glances, taken aback by her unapologetic confidence.

"What made you assault your sister?" another reporter ventured.

"Go ask her. My job was only to teach her a lesson for what she did wrong. If you’re still curious, check room number 2017 at the Grand Elysium Hotel—you’ll get your answers there."

"What’s in the room?" one reporter asked.

"Go find out," Natalie replied with a sly smirk.

She knew Lily was in that room, and given her condition earlier, Natalie was certain she hadn’t left yet. She allowed reporters to ask more while wondering after hearing about the room number, what Briena would do.

"Today, both the Fords and the Browns are suffering major financial losses, and it seems tied to last night’s engagement. Clearly, you’re the one most affected as we know your previous relationship with Mr Ivan."

"Even though you’re married to someone else, why can’t you leave Mr. Ivan Brown alone and let him be happy with the woman he chose?"

Natalie offered them a bored look. "Even if I told you I don’t care what Ivan Brown does or which woman he’s with, you wouldn’t believe me. So don’t ask me this again—I don’t have time to waste. And seems like your innovative questions are over, so please excuse me," Natalie said firmly, striding past the reporters.

"We can’t help but wonder—which wealthy men are backing you to inflict such a massive blow on two of the city’s biggest business empires?" A reporter shouted behind her.

gaze mocking, "Not many wealthy men—it’s just one. The one who is far more formidable than all the wealthy

he?" another reporter asked

answer, but the next question came fast, with a mocking

lips, amused by the stupidity of the question. She

heard your husband is a gigolo!" he shouted after

eyes with the reporter, her gaze cold enough to make him flinch.

a tense moment, another reporter ventured, "So, does that mean your husband is

she turned and walked away, leaving the reporters

you are going to participate in the national perfume competition," a reporter shouted, but

Briena’s office, she and her

everything we planned against her!" Briena said, her voice trembling. "If she gives this to the reporters, we’re finished." She glanced

now—that bitch! She failed our plan,"

she hands this evidence to the police and files a complaint against us

she intended to do that, we’d already be sitting in jail," Clara replied, trying to reassure her

broadcast. She wore that same mocking smirk, openly daring the reporters to file a complaint against her. The more they listened to Natalie,

if Lily is still there? If they find her, we’re doomed," Briena

right now! Tell her to leave immediately," Clara ordered. At the same time, she pulled out her own phone and made a separate call. "Get rid of Lily if she’s still at the hotel. Make sure there’s no trace

by the day. We need to figure out

grim nod. "It’s a good thing your grandmother is preoccupied with managing the company’s losses. If she wasn’t, we’d

went to the office, completed her tasks as usual, and

she stepped out of the car, her eyes instinctively searched for the other

he resuming his job

then answered, "I’ll be your

at him, taken aback.

be in the car if

he settled into the driver’s seat, leaving Natalie standing there, confusion

He didn’t blame John

about it. ’I need to ask him once he

from Natalie’s bold words to the reporters. The only man she counted on,

with? Should be something she

in front of the door and rang the bell instead of unlocking on his own. He wanted to see her right in front of him, waiting for him to

I give her nice hug? Or maybe

Click!

Before Justin could say a word or react, she

"Where is John?"