Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Secret Lobby- Ivan Brown Is An Idiot

"Dan, you can leave as well," Natalie instructed.

Dan hesitated, clearly reluctant to leave Natalie alone with this unfamiliar man. However, seeing that she had already dismissed her bodyguards, he knew he had no grounds to stay. With a slight nod, he stepped out of the room.

Once Dan left, Natalie walked forward and took a seat in the chair opposite Vincent. Her gaze was cold, her voice steady as she asked, "Why are you here?"

Vincent raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as his light gray eyes fixed on her. "Is that really the right question to ask me?" he countered. "You were the one who asked me to look for someone and told me that if I couldn’t, I might as well go to hell. Since I’m not keen on going to hell—parting ways with my sweetheart would be unbearable—I decided to do as you asked."

With a loud thud, he tossed a file onto the table between them. "Here’s what you wanted—information about a man named Aiden Hendrix."

Natalie’s heart skipped a beat as she stared at the file. Which Aiden Hendrix had he found? Was it Justin or the lookalike? The situation was spiraling further out of control, and she almost regretted turning to Vincent for help. Her mother was now tangled in the mess as well.

Sighing helplessly, she picked up the file and began flipping through it. Meanwhile, Vincent leaned back, his tone laced with smug satisfaction.

"You blocked my number, so I realized you must have missed me terribly and wanted me to come see you in person. So here I am," he said, inhaling dramatically. "So thoughtful of me, don’t you think?"

Natalie ignored him entirely as if his words meant nothing to her, nor she was listening to his nonsense for the first time.

Instead, her focus remained on the file—and the photograph inside. Her breath hitched as she stared at the image of a familiar face: either Justin or his lookalike.

"By the way," Vincent added casually, "his real name is Aiden Shaw, and he’s here, in this city these days."

Natalie’s hand trembled as she stared at Vincent. He had found Justin’s lookalike.

"H-How did you find him?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"Darling," Vincent began with a smug grin, "are you forgetting who I am? Do I really need to remind you?"

"Ugh!" she muttered, barely suppressing her frustration. Why are all these powerful men so insufferably narcissistic? she screamed internally. Can’t I have one normal man around me—just one—who gives me a straight answer without reminding me of their status and power?

"Would it cost you a kidney to just answer me straight for once?" she said coldly, glaring at him.

Vincent chuckled softly, clearly entertained by her irritation. "Do you really think I’d come to this city without first finding out everything about you? Hmm?"

"Get to the point," she snapped, her tone bored.

"But what puzzles me," Vincent said, leaning forward with a cold glint in his eye, "is how he managed to fool you into this marriage. After everything I taught you? After all my hard work to turn you into my sharp weapon?"