Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 389: In The Eastern Country

Justin arrived in the Eastern Country, where he owned a lavish mansion and the corporate headquarters of NextEra Corp.

Upon exiting the airport, he went straight to the tallest skyscraper in the city. Through the VIP elevator—used exclusively by him—he ascended to the highest floor. At the very top of the building was a massive, hidden penthouse where Justin stayed whenever he was in the city. The rest of the skyscraper was dedicated entirely to company operations.

No one outside his closest circle even knew a penthouse existed there, let alone that the elusive CEO resided in it.

Justin sank into the black leather sofa in the penthouse’s grand drawing room. The sheer scale of the space was hard to grasp without turning to take in the full 360-degree view—floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the sprawling city below.

It was clear: this was a man who possessed immense wealth—and who surrounded himself with only the finest.

"Mr. Harper, any orders for me?" Noah asked.

"Nothing for now. You can go to your room and rest," Justin replied as he leaned back into the plush sofa, head tilted up, eyes closed.

Noah understood that ever since Justin received that photo, countless thoughts had been racing through his mind. Yet he hadn’t acted on any of them—not yet. It was as if he were waiting for something.

Noah quietly left the room.

A few minutes later, Justin’s phone rang. It was a call from Natalie. The moment he saw her name flash on the screen, he answered immediately with a soft, "Hmm?"

Hearing his tone, she asked gently, "Are you tired?"

"Not really," he replied.

"You should’ve slept," she said in a lightly scolding voice. "You knew you had to travel early this morning. I barely slept either. Had to cover up my eye bags with makeup before heading to the office."

Her sweet, sleepy complaint immediately reminded him of the passionate night they’d shared.

"I can compromise on sleep as long as I get to have you," he replied smoothly. "And I’m sure you look beautiful even with those eye bags—so don’t be surprised if I keep you awake every night we’re together."

"Then thank God you’re away," she muttered teasingly. "At least I don’t have to embarrass myself at the office."

Though her words were playful, she didn’t really mean them. If anything, she already missed him.

rest," she added. "I’m hanging

soft hum in response and placed the phone

drawing room. The moment Justin

with blond hair and a confident smirk. He appeared to be around Justin’s age as he walked toward the sofa. "Stop pretending

his eyes slowly. "I saw you, Hayden. Now you can get

in a T-shirt and denim jacket over jeans, looking every bit the university

hear him? Do we really have to keep working for

and shook his

flopping down onto the sofa. He tossed two envelopes onto

gaze shifted between the

one-month leave. Since someone doesn’t read emails or messages, I decided to write them out personally—with my very own hands.

looks with Hayden, then glanced at the envelopes

allowed me a single day off. My hair’s turning gray with all that work, and

with a mock laugh, "The

for this company. Meanwhile, the real CEO hides behind me. Now that your face is public,

Justin turned to Sam.

tired of spending my youth in

been informed of Hayden and Sam’s

looked at him and said, "Cancel the arrangements I asked you to make

other in

they both asked

your salary packages were tripled, and your yearly bonuses were increased to ten times the

each glanced down at their fingers as if trying to do

I could buy that ridiculously expensive villa with a blink of an eye," Hayden

that limited edition sports car right now—and still save for years to come without having to break my fingers typing code," Sam

Justin. "Which one do you

"Resignation—"

hands. "I’ve reconsidered. I can delay my vacation plans

new AI model. If I leave

said to Noah,

of them exclaimed