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.

places at their designated tables. As they began crafting their perfumes, every gaze in the hall was fixed

watched Natalie, who was engrossed in her work—focused, steady, confident, and skillful. As he observed her, memories from the past, ones

enter my lab for the next few days until I allow you to, a familiar voice echoed in his mind, accompanied by

wait to see what has you so occupied. It’s been a while since you’ve been busy, and I can’t help but miss you, his own voice

there,

"What is it?"

him a box. I created this perfume

unique.

something compatible with your own

me so often these past few days? I was starting to wonder if you had been possessed by the ghost of a dog. Good

Stop teasing me...

images began to fade, dissolving into

gaze remained fixed on

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 perfumes as well, though the judging was meant to be solely for the

the last, making

had long forgotten. Yet she was certain—this

of memories—sweet, cherished moments

she wondered who had created this perfume. She scanned the perfumers,

the perfumes, there was no doubt in her

announced

most preferred perfume is number

assistant opened an envelope to reveal the

number eight is Ms. Natalie from

congratulated

Natalie, please step forward and accept your