Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 220: Secret Lobby- Ivan Brown Is An Idiot

"Dan, you can leave as well," Natalie instructed.

Dan hesitated, clearly reluctant to leave Natalie alone with this unfamiliar man. However, seeing that she had already dismissed her bodyguards, he knew he had no grounds to stay. With a slight nod, he stepped out of the room.

Once Dan left, Natalie walked forward and took a seat in the chair opposite Vincent. Her gaze was cold, her voice steady as she asked, "Why are you here?"

Vincent raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as his light gray eyes fixed on her. "Is that really the right question to ask me?" he countered. "You were the one who asked me to look for someone and told me that if I couldn’t, I might as well go to hell. Since I’m not keen on going to hell—parting ways with my sweetheart would be unbearable—I decided to do as you asked."

With a loud thud, he tossed a file onto the table between them. "Here’s what you wanted—information about a man named Aiden Hendrix."

Natalie’s heart skipped a beat as she stared at the file. Which Aiden Hendrix had he found? Was it Justin or the lookalike? The situation was spiraling further out of control, and she almost regretted turning to Vincent for help. Her mother was now tangled in the mess as well.

Sighing helplessly, she picked up the file and began flipping through it. Meanwhile, Vincent leaned back, his tone laced with smug satisfaction.

"You blocked my number, so I realized you must have missed me terribly and wanted me to come see you in person. So here I am," he said, inhaling dramatically. "So thoughtful of me, don’t you think?"

Natalie ignored him entirely as if his words meant nothing to her, nor she was listening to his nonsense for the first time.

Instead, her focus remained on the file—and the photograph inside. Her breath hitched as she stared at the image of a familiar face: either Justin or his lookalike.

Vincent added casually, "his real name is

trembled as she stared at Vincent. He had

find him?" she asked, her voice

"are you forgetting who I am? Do I really need to

she muttered, barely suppressing her frustration. Why are all these powerful men so insufferably narcissistic? she screamed internally. Can’t I have one normal man around

kidney to just answer me straight for once?" she said

you really think I’d come to this city without first finding out everything about you?

she snapped, her tone

his chair. "This man, Aiden Hendrix, is your husband, isn’t he? The one you were so

out

used the Aiden Hendrix identity once—to marry you. If he hasn’t used it again, then it’s obvious he has another identity. I just had to track the breadcrumbs left behind by that overconfident fool. He thought no one would ever connect the dots,

press him further. She knew all too well how capable Vincent was. His vast resources could uncover mysteries a century old; her year-and-a-half-old marriage

to fool you into this marriage. After everything

no answer to this and she could only silently accept the mocking. In the eyes

tell me that idiot Ivan Brown have turned you into an idiot as well! My smart, fearless Natalie, reduced to this?" He slammed his hand on the armrest, his tone growing angrier. "Damn that man! He ruined five years of my effort in such a

gaze. She clearly feared Ivan being killed as Vincent was truly capable of doing

a few messages of comfort from him, and you fell head over heels? I should’ve questioned your so-called smartness back then, but I decided to give you the benefit of the doubt,"