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.

at the way Justin took the determined step towards her, as if no one else existed

forward or approach the man, as the row of bodyguards standing in the middle seemed to silently warn them to stay back. Something about Justin’s commanding presence made it clear

to cross the line

Justin’s calm but cold voice cut through the air as he shot a sharp glare at the

stopped the man

everyone else in the

eyes closed, while one hand clutched an empty wine

asked, his tone carrying a mix of annoyance and

tilting her head slightly to look at the man standing before her. His hands were

your mistress?"

raised a brow.

nodded, "Mistress, you spent

the table as he looked at her. "Why would I

with innocent eyes, her face flushed red made her look cute. "So you don’t have a mistress?" Even her voice sounded

his head. "It’s either you or no one. You are the only

"Really?"

"Hmm."

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

go home," he said, offering her his

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

state, she chuckled softly and circled her

her drunken state, something Justin was already familiar with. He gently pecked her forehead and

around were taken aback by this public display of affection, and by the sight of Natalie acting this way with one man. Moreover, they still hadn’t confirmed

they watched as Justin effortlessly lifted Natalie into his arms and turned to leave. Under every single gaze in the room, Justin walked confidently

and confusion were etched on the faces

mumbling, "This man