Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 179: Who Is Your Husband?

Natalie sat quietly, waiting patiently to wish her grandfather when he arrived. Soon, the elderly couple entered the garden, and everyone gathered to welcome them.

Meanwhile, Briena emerged with her cousins and friends. They all noticed Natalie sitting alone, flanked only by her two bodyguards.

"Does she think she’s some kind of celebrity or really rich, needing bodyguards with her all the time?" one girl scoffed.

Briena shrugged casually. "Why don’t you go ask her?"

They smirked and made their way toward Natalie.

Noticing them approaching, Natalie spoke quietly to her two men. "You might see the unpleasant side of my family today, but you’re not allowed to intervene or harm anyone. Just stay put."

"What if someone tries to harm you?"

"They won’t. They may insult me, but I can handle that," she replied.

The two nodded, though they both knew that if anyone tried to harm her, they wouldn’t hesitate to step in.

Briena and the group of young women finally reached Natalie.

"Natalie, why are you all alone? Wasn’t your husband invited?" one of the girls asked, her tone dripping with mockery.

Natalie leaned back in her chair, folding her hands gracefully in front of her and crossing one leg over the other, her posture elegant and poised.

"Seems like you’ve been dumped by your latest boyfriend if you’re so interested in my husband," Natalie countered smoothly.

They nearly burst into laughter, and one girl sneered, "Interested in a gigolo? Please, our standards aren’t as low as yours."

"I bet you couldn’t match my standards if you tried," Natalie replied calmly, thinking, No man compares to Justin—of course I have high standards.

Ryan glanced at John, as if to ask, Did that woman just call our boss a gigolo?

John nodded, staying silent.

"These women are truly out of their minds," Ryan muttered under his breath.

"So, why didn’t you bring him?" another girl taunted. "Are you ashamed to have him here?"

"I wanted to spare him from women like you going crazy over him," Natalie replied, her gaze shifting to Briena. "She almost lost her mind over my husband, too."

"What are you talking about?" Briena snapped. "I have Ivan. You can keep your gigolo husband."

brow, and Briena immediately seemed to shiver, as if she’d been

to shift everyone’s attention,

chuckled to herself. "Such an

his wheelchair as hotel staff assisted him, while Sephina, looking elegant in her perfectly tailored dress, walked beside

hurried to greet the couple. Since the guest list was small, Albert and Sephina could personally meet each attendee. Albert

finished talking to

"Grandpa."

staff to bring his chair closer to

front of him, and Albert asked, "Where is

important to attend

Harper and understanding his busy schedule, Albert

he not coming?

here

out a quiet

his parents, bringing a new face along—a young, beautiful woman, Ivan’s younger

disdainful glances toward Natalie, except for Ivan, who simply observed her, noting how beautiful

allow the Browns to greet Albert. Sephina joined them as

Ford," they all greeted Albert and Sephina

slipping her hand into his. Ivan offered her a smile, and she shared

couldn’t resist looking at her. Natalie, however, didn’t spare

himself in a

John’s movement and gave him a questioning

stopping some unpleasant gazes from following you," John

standing nearby, now on the other side of John. Ivan had overheard

ceremony soon began, and everyone gathered around to wish the couple and

Natalie’s turn, she approached Albert and handed him a gift.

warmly. "Thank you, my dear. Though you

Aiden,"

"So thoughtful of him."

for your grandma?" came a mocking

see Ivan’s sister, Irene, smirking at her. "It’s a wedding anniversary—you should give gifts to both

her a gift, as I can’t afford anything expensive enough for her," Natalie replied, glancing at Sephina, who confirmed with a dismissive tone.

the old woman despised Natalie

Albert said firmly. "She’s here for me, and the rest of you don’t need to concern

Sephina said, placing a hand

again. "I want to