Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185: Cleaning The Shit

As the current melody ended, Natalie said, "I’m done dancing."

Justin held her hand and led her off the dance floor.

Ivan, watching how Natalie looked so shy yet intimate with this man, frowned and left before the next song could start.

Briena, seeing Ivan’s reaction, felt even more bitter. This woman won’t stop affecting my life. Just you wait.

Justin had seen how Ivan had left feeling all jealous and grinned inwardly. ’How dare you look at my woman? This is what you get for looking at her. You continue and one of these days, you will lose your eyes.’

When they reached the table, Natalie felt too shy to face her grandfather. She turned to Justin and murmured, "I need to visit the washroom."

As she walked away, Irene and Briena exchanged a glance. This was their chance to put their plan into action.

John and Ryan followed closely behind Natalie. John was her personal bodyguard, while Ryan was there under Justin’s orders.

"You two, I’m just heading to the washroom. No need to follow me," Natalie said as she walked toward the resort building, where the staff had directed her.

"We can’t take any risks," John replied firmly, continuing to follow her.

"Ryan, shouldn’t you be by Justin’s side? He’s alone," she asked.

"He doesn’t need me," Ryan replied, chuckling inwardly. If only you knew the kind of man he is. Others might need protection from him instead. These people don’t realize who’s gracing their lowly party.

Natalie entered the washroom area, while Ryan and John waited outside.

Inside, she stood in front of the mirror, taking in her flushed face. When will he stop being so bold? Grandpa was watching, too, she sighed, then let another thought cross her mind. That kiss made me forget what I was doing... Perhaps one of these days, at home, I’ll ask him to dance with me again and try to figure it out. That would be better.

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Meanwhile, Justin was seated with Albert and his friends, enjoying a conversation. No one brought up the Heart Stone, respecting Albert’s request to avoid the topic.

"Let’s have another round of drinks with our grandson-in-law, Aiden!" one of the old men said cheerfully.

Justin didn’t decline, appreciating how happy Albert seemed.

A server arrived to serve another round of drinks, but as he reached Justin, he accidentally missed a glass, spilling the drink onto Justin’s clothes.

The server immediately bowed, looking nervous. "I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to."

Justin remained perfectly still, showing no sign of irritation or anger, barely even moving as the liquid soaked into his clothes. His intense gaze fixed on the server, whose expression shifted to one of genuine fear under Justin’s watchful eyes.

"I...I apologize. Please, allow me to help you clean up," the server stammered.

Justin’s response was a silent, unblinking stare—cold and calculating, like a predator observing its prey.

"You should be more careful while working," Albert admonished. "Such irresponsibility."

"I’m very sorry, sir," the server repeated, glancing warily at Justin. "There are guest rooms nearby. Please allow me to guide you there to freshen up, sir."

Justin stood up, seemingly accepting the offer, and gestured for the server to lead the way. As he followed, his gaze remained fixed on the server’s every movement, from his body language to the subtle glances he exchanged with others as they walked.

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"No need to feel jealous," Natalie replied, heading toward the door. _{freёweɓnovel.com}

"Don’t get angry. But he is a gigolo—aren’t you worried he might be tempted by any woman here?"