Natalie sat quietly, waiting patiently to wish her grandfather when he arrived. Soon, the elderly couple entered the garden, and everyone gathered to welcome them.
Meanwhile, Briena emerged with her cousins and friends. They all noticed Natalie sitting alone, flanked only by her two bodyguards.
"Does she think she’s some kind of celebrity or really rich, needing bodyguards with her all the time?" one girl scoffed.
Briena shrugged casually. "Why don’t you go ask her?"
They smirked and made their way toward Natalie.
Noticing them approaching, Natalie spoke quietly to her two men. "You might see the unpleasant side of my family today, but you’re not allowed to intervene or harm anyone. Just stay put."
"What if someone tries to harm you?"
"They won’t. They may insult me, but I can handle that," she replied.
The two nodded, though they both knew that if anyone tried to harm her, they wouldn’t hesitate to step in.
Briena and the group of young women finally reached Natalie.
"Natalie, why are you all alone? Wasn’t your husband invited?" one of the girls asked, her tone dripping with mockery.
Natalie leaned back in her chair, folding her hands gracefully in front of her and crossing one leg over the other, her posture elegant and poised.
"Seems like you’ve been dumped by your latest boyfriend if you’re so interested in my husband," Natalie countered smoothly.
They nearly burst into laughter, and one girl sneered, "Interested in a gigolo? Please, our standards aren’t as low as yours."
"I bet you couldn’t match my standards if you tried," Natalie replied calmly, thinking, No man compares to Justin—of course I have high standards.
Ryan glanced at John, as if to ask, Did that woman just call our boss a gigolo?
John nodded, staying silent.
"These women are truly out of their minds," Ryan muttered under his breath.
"So, why didn’t you bring him?" another girl taunted. "Are you ashamed to have him here?"
"I wanted to spare him from women like you going crazy over him," Natalie replied, her gaze shifting to Briena. "She almost lost her mind over my husband, too."
"What are you talking about?" Briena snapped. "I have Ivan. You can keep your gigolo husband."
Natalie raised a brow, and Briena immediately seemed to shiver, as if she’d been caught red-handed.
"G-Grandpa and Grandma are here!" Briena blurted out, trying to shift everyone’s attention, and then quickly led the group away.
Natalie chuckled to herself. "Such an idiot."
Albert, dressed smartly in a suit, sat in his wheelchair as hotel staff assisted him, while Sephina, looking elegant in her perfectly tailored dress, walked beside him.
Everyone hurried to greet the couple. Since the guest list was small, Albert and Sephina could personally meet each attendee. Albert spoke with each relative and close friend, all the while his eyes searching for Natalie.
Once he finished talking to everyone, Natalie approached him.
"Grandpa."
"Natalie!" Albert greeted her cheerfully, signaling the staff to bring his chair closer to her.
Natalie stopped in front of him, and Albert asked, "Where is Aiden?"
"He had something important to attend to," she replied.
Knowing that "Aiden" was actually Justin Harper and understanding his busy schedule, Albert didn’t mind.
Briena overheard and thought, Is he not coming? I had a plan prepared for him...
"But he’ll be here shortly," Natalie added.
Briena let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Just then, Ivan arrived with his parents, bringing a new face along—a young, beautiful woman, Ivan’s younger sister, Irene Brown.
They all offered disdainful glances toward Natalie, except for Ivan, who simply observed her, noting how beautiful she looked.
Natalie stepped aside to allow the Browns to greet Albert. Sephina joined them as Clara and Jay also approached.
"Happy anniversary, Mr. and Mrs. Ford," they all greeted Albert and Sephina politely.
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