Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 325: James’ Invitation For Natalie

As the event was coming to an end, Briena approached Natalie. "Congratulations, Natalie."

Natalie ignored her and looked at John and Ryan. "There’s nothing left to do here. Let’s leave."

"Tsk! Leaving already?" Briena said in a soft but mocking tone. "Well, someone like you has done her job of entertaining the Queen, and now you’re useless anyway."

"I have no spare time like you to lick the so-called princess’s ass and wag your tail behind her. I’d rather do nothing at all," Natalie replied, noticing how Briena had dropped her sweet act now that no one was around to see her.

Hearing this, John and Ryan, who usually acted like unshakable rocks, couldn’t help but react.

"Tsk!" Ryan chuckled, while John commented, "Ms. Natalie’s words are always on point."

Briena’s anger flared. "Natalie, there’s a royal charity event tonight, and all the richest people in the world are coming to attend. You know, Ivan is coming as well, and he will be my date for the night."

"You don’t deserve anyone better than him anyway. Enjoy your date," Natalie remarked mockingly and turned to leave.

But Briena wasn’t ready to give up. She couldn’t stand seeing Natalie so unbothered. She wanted to see her angry, envious—anything but indifferent.

"Natalie, what makes you act so cocky, huh?" Briena sneered. "Only the richest of the rich are allowed to attend. I’m going, but you... you won’t even get a glimpse of it. You’re poor, and your husband is a nobody. Poor you. Know your place."

Natalie didn’t stop walking. "I hope you have enough money in your pocket to bid on something," she replied coolly.

Briena’s frustration grew—no matter what she said, nothing seemed to affect Natalie. "Ivan is coming to win the perfume that’s being auctioned at the charity. You know who made it?"

"Not interested," Natalie brushed her off, but Briena continued anyway.

"Dew, the famous perfumer, made it. Ivan is going to give it to me. Do you know what I’m going to do with it? I’ll study it, analyze it, and learn from Dew’s creation. Soon, I’ll be a better perfumer than you once I create my own masterpiece, inspired by the goddess herself."

"If you’re done, get lost," Natalie said in a composed voice. "If this weren’t a royal banquet, I would’ve slapped you a few times for annoying me. Better leave now if you don’t want to be humiliated."

Briena stopped. She knew better than to push Natalie any further—by now, she was well aware of Natalie’s temper. She chuckled in satisfaction. ’Seems like bringing up the perfume got on her nerves.’

Outside, Natalie was about to get into her car when someone approached her. John and Ryan recognized the man and allowed him to reach Natalie.

"Ms. Natalie," the man in the suit greeted politely. "I’m Lucas, Mr. James Harper’s assistant."

Natalie offered him a light nod. She recognized him as well.

"Mr. Harper has requested that you accompany him to a charity event," the assistant informed her.

Natalie felt like she had misheard. "What?"

Lucas

simply nodded. "Let me know when I need to

Natalie. I will send you the

into

to the hotel," she instructed

her hotel room, Natalie lay on her

me to be his date for charity night?

cellphone rang. Seeing Justin’s name on the screen, she felt a wave of relief and answered immediately, speaking in

do you know

"Calm down. I know."

do? How... why... did he

assistant said, you’re probably the only familiar woman he has there," Justin

even make sense? There are so many well-known, high-profile women here. He could ask any of them—or, at the

any woman to accompany him anywhere except

Harper chose me?" she said in a sarcastic tone. "When he first saw me at

what he said back then. Just take this as an opportunity to get to know him

"Justin..."

you, by any chance, scared

she

tigress and go with him. Also, there’s an envelope at the

as he said, putting the phone on speaker. She opened the

voice came through. "A card with no

"I don’t need this—"

you right after we were married. Use it whenever

his intentions—he wanted her to have access to money while attending the charity event. She had funds,

I’ll start by shopping for dresses and jewelry at

you buy the entire

the card between her fingers, raising a brow.

confidently. "Oh, and

birthday?" she asked, trying

my birthday

she replied quickly, feeling nervous inside. I’ll just look it up

work to do now.

up. She had to hurry and find

there was no mention of when exactly James Harper’s mysterious son was

his IDs since

to the door of her room and called