Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186: Where Is Justin?

Natalie returned to the garden, making her way back to Justin. Along the way, she caught sight of Briena and Irene, who wore mocking smirks. She ignored them, but a sense of unease lingered, as if their expressions were trying to tell her something.

When she reached her table, Justin was nowhere to be found. She looked around, scanning the crowd, but he was nowhere in sight. Finally, she approached her grandfather, who was chatting with his friends.

"Grandpa, I don’t see Aiden anywhere," Natalie said, trying to hide her growing worry.

Albert chuckled and turned to his friends. "Look at her face! She’s so worried about her husband being out of sight for even a moment."

Eldric laughed, watching Natalie’s anxious expression. "He’s one handsome man. I can understand why she’d be worried another woman might try to steal him away."

Albert smiled, teasing. "Ah, that won’t happen. He only has eyes for my granddaughter. For him, no other woman exists. Isn’t that right, Nat?"

Natalie nodded, feeling awkward but still focused on finding Justin. "Grandpa, where did he go?"

"A server spilled a drink on him, so he took Justin to the guest room to clean up," Albert replied.

Natalie’s anxiety deepened, remembering the smirks from Irene and Briena. She managed a quick smile. "I’ll go help him," she said, heading toward the resort building.

She dialed Justin’s number, but he didn’t answer. Her anxiousness mounting, she instructed, "John, Ryan, we need to find Justin."

The two bodyguards seemed calm, but Ryan spoke up, "Ms. Natalie, don’t worry about him. He—"

"Shut up and do whatever you can to find him quickly," she cut him off, her voice sharp with worry. "You don’t understand the kind of people lurking around here." She practically ran toward the guest area.

"Looks like someone’s very anxious to find her husband."

A familiar voice made Natalie halt in her tracks. She turned to see Briena and Irene smirking at her.

"Why are you so worried? Isn’t it normal for your husband to be with some random woman every night?" Briena taunted.

Natalie stormed over, anger written across her face. "Where is he?"

Briena chuckled, feigning innocence. "How would I know? I only have eyes for Ivan."

"Oh, now I remember," Irene chimed in mockingly. "I saw him with a woman. Probably took her to one of these rooms to get paid."

"I’m asking for the last time," Natalie gritted out, her voice filled with impatience, "Where is my husband?"

Meanwhile, Ryan leaned over to whisper to John. "What are the odds that our boss is in actual trouble with these idiots trying to plot something?"

"He’s not my boss anymore," John replied, "and the chances are zero. No one fools him."

"Ms. Natalie’s definitely overthinking this."

"Just follow her lead," John advised. "Her worry is normal. She doesn’t know him well enough yet."

"Got it."

Smash!

"Ah! What are you doing?" Irene cried out.

Natalie had grabbed a wine glass from a passing server’s tray. She pinned Briena to the wall, smashed the glass, and held the sharp edge dangerously close to Briena’s face.

"Tell me where he is unless you want your pretty face to be disfigured for life that no plastic surgery can even repair it," Natalie warned.

Natalie glared at her, "After this bitch, it’s your turn. Don’t worry." _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}