Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227: Protecting In Shadows

Thinking about everything revolving around Natalie and her mother, Justin couldn’t help but wonder just who Caryn Shaw really was. A woman powerful enough to orchestrate her own death and vanish without a trace, yet still hold influence even after years of hiding, was no ordinary person.

She’s definitely not simple.

"Have you found out anything about Caryn Shaw yet?" Justin asked. "Her past?"

Noah shook his head. "No, Mr. Harper. It seems her past doesn’t exist—or at least, there’s no record of it. The only information we have starts from her time at the orphanage."

"How did she end up there?" Justin pressed.

"When she was eight, the orphanage head found her unconscious at the gate," Noah explained. "She claimed to remember nothing, and since then, she was cared for by the orphanage."

"Someone must have left her there," Justin mused, his brows furrowing.

"Unfortunately, we couldn’t uncover anything more. It happened decades ago, back when surveillance cameras were rare, especially in areas like that. Even if there had been cameras, retrieving footage from so long ago would be nearly impossible."

Justin couldn’t argue with that. Even if someone had left her at the orphanage gate, tracking them down almost forty years later was a daunting task. If it had been an older individual, they were likely long gone. If not, they would be deep into old age by now.

But Justin wasn’t one to give up easily. If uncovering her past was what it took to protect Natalie, he was willing to go to any lengths to do so.

His eyes turned cold, Seems like I’ll have to get those answers from that woman itself.

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Inside Natalie’s home, after Justin had whisked her away, Victor and Vincent were left alone.

Vincent, his attention seemingly on the news playing on the TV, broke the silence. "So, you’re this guy on the screen?"

Victor hummed in response, glancing at the TV. "Don’t you watch movies?"

"I prefer action. Real-life action," Vincent replied with a smirk, his sharp eyes flicking to Victor.

Victor, unfazed, leaned back lazily on the sofa, one leg stretched out and the other folded casually. "Seems like there’s plenty of real-life action going on around Natalie," he commented. "Especially with you personally here to... annoy her."

"You’re not an idiot for being an actor," Vincent remarked dryly.

"I get smart when it comes to her," Victor retorted, his tone casual yet firm.

"Are you a drain hole boy?" Vincent asked, his smirk widening.

"Are you a mafia boy?" Victor countered smoothly.

The two men exchanged a glance, the unspoken understanding clear between them. Natalie had clearly already told each of them about the other. After a beat, they both smirked.

"Alright," Vincent said, his gaze turning serious. "You stay close and look after her from the inside. I’ll handle things outside."

"I’m always looking out for her," Victor replied confidently.

"Did you manage to grab anyone to get answers?" Vincent asked, opening cabinets with ease. She hasn’t changed her habits at all—everything’s in the same place. Truly my sweetheart’s home.

Vincent’s eyebrows rose in mild surprise as he stirred the coffee. He thought back to the man who had arrived with Natalie earlier. So, he’s already taking care of her? he mused silently.