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.

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

another

question came fast, with a mocking undertone. "Won’t

playful smirk crossed Natalie’s lips, amused by the stupidity of the question. She continued walking, ignoring the reporter, which only

heard your husband is a gigolo!" he

she locked eyes with the reporter, her gaze cold enough to make him flinch. "You better think carefully

fell over the group. After a tense moment, another reporter ventured, "So, does that mean your husband is

she turned and walked away, leaving the reporters in

answer us if you are going to participate in the national perfume competition," a

she and her mother

of everything we planned against her!" Briena said, her voice trembling. "If she gives this to the reporters, we’re finished." She glanced at her phone again. "She even wrote, ’Dare to file a police complaint against me for the assault, and this goes straight to

now—that bitch! She

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

not for your grandpa’s sake. If she intended to do that, we’d already be sitting in jail," Clara replied, trying to reassure her

both stared at the TV screen, watching Natalie on live broadcast. She wore that same mocking smirk, openly daring the reporters to file a complaint against her. The more they listened to Natalie, the

Lily is still there? If they find her, we’re

to leave immediately," Clara ordered. At the same time, she pulled out her own phone and made a separate call. "Get rid of

Natalie is becoming scarier by the day. We need to figure out who

company’s losses.

the office, completed her tasks as usual, and by evening, she

she stepped out of the car, her eyes instinctively searched for the other car—the one John usually drove—but it

she asked Ryan. "Isn’t he

moment, then answered, "I’ll be your

stared at him, taken aback. "Why? Where’s

calmly. "I’ll be in the

leaving Natalie standing there, confusion written across

the elevator, her thoughts swirling. He didn’t blame John for what happened to me,

it. ’I need to

high from Natalie’s bold words to the reporters. The only man she counted on, the one supporting her—it was him, and hearing her say it

a reward for this. What shall I reward her with? Should be something she won’t forget.’ A playful smirk painted

in front of the door and rang the bell instead of unlocking on his

give her nice hug?

Click!

could say a word or react, she cut straight to

"Where is John?"