Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 422

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."

her with a mocking gaze.

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

like that must be incredibly powerful—or very close to him personally. It’s difficult

said this is the most important project of his life—and it’ll

the client is?" the manager asked

the Imperial City," Paul replied. "But I’m not sure exactly who. Mr. Patrick keeps his personal commissions private until they’re completed—not even I

be. With so many elite families in

a trial for my dress—since my fiancé is such a busy man," she said, signaling the staff, who were already

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

deserve it," Justin replied coldly, his gaze shifting past her—toward the trial room

peach-colored dress that complemented her pale and delicate skin tone. The dress had deliacate lace sleeves and it’s flairy skirt reached just

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

you like

"Do

pretty," Justin said, and walked over to browse a few more clothing racks. He selected several dresses and handed them to the staff. "All of these. Get them

nodded and left to

I don’t need all

"You will," he replied.

then, one of the staff returned. "Mr. Aiden, your

the grand trial area, where the curtain had been drawn aside. Grace stood there in a stunning bridal

didn’t even glance in her direction. Instead, he turned to Noah. "I’m heading out," he

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