Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 324: Who Is Your Mother?

After meeting the guests, the Queen made her way toward the perfume-making candidates.

Natalie watched as the Queen approached. The previous night, she had only seen her from a distance, but today, she was going to see her up close.

The closer the Queen came, the more Natalie noticed the striking resemblance between her and her mother. For the first time, she was meeting her grandmother—another person with whom she shared a blood tie.

Meanwhile, Charlotte had already informed her grandfather about Natalie’s comment regarding the possibility of a new princess appearing. She and Howard, who were watching the Queen walk toward Natalie, held their breaths in suspense.

"Grandpa, she’s not going to tell Grandma about her, is she?" Charlotte asked in a low, anxious voice.

"Don’t worry. Just her saying anything won’t prove a thing," Howard reassured her, arrogance evident in his tone. "To prove it, she’d have to run a DNA test. And don’t forget—your grandpa holds the power here. Everything runs according to my will."

Charlotte finally felt relieved.

On the other hand, as the Queen greeted each participant one by one, she finally reached Natalie, who bowed respectfully.

Like with the others, the Queen’s assistant introduced her. "Your Majesty, this is Ms. Natalie from the Imperial City."

The Queen smiled warmly, just as she had with the others. "Glad to have you here."

"It’s my honor to be here, Your Majesty," Natalie replied politely.

The Queen moved on to greet the next participant but couldn’t help glancing back at Natalie once more. Their eyes met, and both exchanged a small smile before the Queen finally turned away.

After meeting everyone, the Queen took her seat.

The arrangements for the perfume-making session were ready. The Queen and all the esteemed guests were eager to see what unique creations these top perfumers had prepared in her honor.

their places at their designated tables. As they began crafting their perfumes, every gaze in

Harper watched Natalie, who was engrossed in her work—focused, steady, confident, and skillful. As he observed her, memories from the past, ones he had long buried in his heart, began

I told you not to enter my lab for the next few days until I allow you to, a familiar voice echoed in his

you so occupied. It’s been a while since you’ve been busy, and I can’t help but miss you, his

stay there, beyond that

"What is it?"

she replied, handing him a box. I created this perfume especially

unique.

compatible with

starting to wonder if you had been possessed by the ghost of a dog. Good to know you are still

Stop teasing me...

to fade, dissolving into the depths

gaze remained fixed on Natalie,

packed them into small bottles. Each perfume was identified by a number assigned to the perfumer, but the creator’s identity was kept secret. Only the participants and organizers knew which number corresponded to whom, ensuring that the judging remained impartial and based solely

perfumes

the Queen smelled each perfume. Each new scent seemed better than the last, making the decision increasingly difficult. But then—one perfume caught her attention, and she froze in

forgotten. Yet she was certain—this was the same scent. The one only she and her daughter had

brought back an overwhelming flood of memories—sweet, cherished moments spent

scanned the perfumers, trying to guess, but no one stood out. Swallowing her emotions, she

the perfumes, there was no doubt in her mind—she

announced the

Queen’s most preferred perfume is

as the assistant opened an envelope

the perfumer behind number eight is Ms. Natalie from the Imperial

as everyone congratulated Natalie—while certain individuals fumed in

forward and accept your reward," the