Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 415: Justin’s Warning

Meira was wearing that same white dress. It was far too short and revealing, and it was obvious from her expression that she was deeply uncomfortable in it.

Justin clenched his fists as his gaze burned into Grace, who met it with a smug, triumphant smile.

"She looks beautiful, doesn’t she?" Grace said sweetly. "I was thinking of making her my maid of honor. That dress is perfect for her."

Ignoring her completely, Justin walked over to a display, pulled out a modest yet elegant dress, and handed it to Lana. "Make her wear this."

Lana nodded and carried out his instructions without a word.

Grace, undeterred, smirked at him. "That was a beautiful choice. Seems like you know women’s fashion quite well."

"You’re forgetting—I have a wife," Justin replied coolly, mocking her.

Grace felt bitter hearing him say that in front of the staff present. But she kept her composure and replied, "That’s even better—having a man who’s experienced."

She then looked at the man standing beside her and added, "This is Paul, who’s going to design our wedding outfits."

Justin remained silent—he was only there for Meira, not for conversation.

Grace continued, "Paul is the assistant of the world-renowned designer Patrick. So it’s as good as having Patrick design for me."

at her with a mocking gaze. "You couldn’t get Patrick to

important to him. The dress is expected to take several months to complete—it’s being handmade by Mr. Patrick

conversation, looked surprised. "Someone who can make Mr. Patrick commit like that must be incredibly powerful—or very close to him personally.

project of his life—and it’ll be the most expensive dress he’s ever

client

I’m not sure exactly who. Mr. Patrick keeps his

the bride could be. With so many elite families

for my dress—since my fiancé is such a busy man," she said,

stepping into the trial room, she turned to Justin. "You’re wealthier than those rich families in the Imperial City. You could’ve just

shifting past her—toward the trial room where

skin tone. The dress had deliacate lace sleeves and it’s flairy skirt reached just to her knees, revealing her slender legs beneath. It maintained her innocent charm

uncomfortable in this dress—on the contrary, her face lit

you like

"Do I

said, and walked over to browse a few more clothing racks. He selected

left

I don’t need all this," she said

"You will," he replied.

staff returned. "Mr. Aiden, your

been drawn aside. Grace stood there in

didn’t even glance in her direction. Instead, he turned to Noah.