Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 295: Show Of Affection

"Is the CEO here?" people began to murmur, desperate to catch a glimpse of the arriving figure. However, the rows of bodyguards blocked their clear view.

The bodyguards took their positions at the entrance, forming a barrier. Though no one had yet appeared, the rhythmic sound of shoes striking the floor echoed down the empty corridor, reaching everyone’s ears.

The banquet hall fell completely silent as every pair of eyes fixated on the entrance, no one daring to blink.

A tall and handsome figure clad in a perfectly tailored black suit, which accentuated his well-proportioned physique, appeared at the entrance. A collective gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd as they took in the sight of the young and devilishly handsome man.

The bright lights of the banquet hall illuminated his features, making him appear even more dazzling.

He stood at the entrance, expressionless, his calm eyes scanning the room as if searching for something. His noble aura was awe-inspiring, exuding an air of cold indifference and radiating a powerful pressure.

Without saying or doing anything, he managed to captivate and intimidate everyone present.

His eyes swept over the crowd with a commanding arrogance before finally settling on one corner of the hall. There, a woman sat quietly, drunk, seemingly oblivious to the commotion around her.

His thin lips curled slightly into a faint smile, surprising everyone who noticed. Without hesitation, he began striding toward that particular woman.

At the same time, murmurs erupted in the hall.

"Is he the CEO of NextEra?"

"He must be. You can tell from his aura that he’s no ordinary person."

While the crowd speculated about his identity, a few people in the hall were utterly shocked to see him—the Fords and the Browns.

"Isn’t he that bitch’s gigolo husband?" Irene asked in surprise, though she found herself madly drawn to the handsome man.

Briena could only nod, her eyes unable to leave the man’s striking figure.

Justin walking toward Natalie and felt a wave of jealousy at the way Justin took the

forward or approach the man, as the row of bodyguards standing in the middle seemed to silently warn them to stay back. Something

to Natalie, someone dared to cross the line and approached him. "Hello,

cut through the air as he shot a

forward and stopped the

Natalie, seemingly oblivious to everyone else in the room. His gaze was fixed solely on her, as if

face resting on the table, her cheek flat against the table top, her eyes closed, while one hand clutched an empty wine

you not done yet?" Justin asked, his tone carrying a

before her. His hands were tucked into his pants

from your mistress?" she slurred, her voice thick

a

"Mistress, you

one hand on the table as he looked

face flushed red made her look cute. "So you

or no one. You are

"Really?"

"Hmm."

smile on her lips as she mumbled. "I should not trust what Mia

go home," he said,

her stand up. She was about to lose her balance, but he held her firmly against his body, his hands tightly

softly and circled her hands around his neck. "I

spoiled young girl in her drunken state, something Justin was already

of affection, and by the sight of Natalie acting this way

into his arms and turned to leave. Under every single gaze in the room, Justin walked confidently with long strides, carrying

etched on the faces of the

sighed, mumbling, "This man is