Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231: Powerful Lawyer

In the audience, Morris chuckled softly, drawing the puzzled gazes of his parents.

"These two friends are still the same," he commented, shaking his head in mild amusement. "they know how to rile up the opponent."

Mr. Wilson turned to his son, confused. "Did you already expect this?"

Morris nodded, setting down his wine glass. "I know my sister. She would never do anything wrong." He glanced at his parents and added with a faint smile, "Just sit back and enjoy the show."

The Wilson couple exchanged glances before nodding. Trusting their son’s words, they turned their attention to the stage, eager to see what would unfold next.

Victor, standing on the stage, glared at the Faye and was about to step forward, but Silvia quietly held his hand, stopping him even before he could move as if she had already sensed his next move.

Barely anyone noticed as they were shielded by Natalie’s chair and Mia sitting on the hand rest.

Victor turned to look at her, only to hear Silvia whisper, "You see Natalie is calm and confident. I’m sure she has a plan. Your meddling will only cause her trouble. Just stay put and trust her."

He shrugged her hand off as if she were a nuisance and frowned. "You know nothing."

"This is the perfume I represent as well, and I care about its reputation just as much as you do. But I won’t interfere because I trust the person I chose to work with," she retorted, frowning. "But an arrogant man like you wouldn’t understand that." _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

Victor glanced at Natalie, who was calmly sipping her juice. Silvia’s words made sense, and after a moment’s hesitation, he decided to hold back. He reminded himself that Natalie was no longer the weak woman from the past. She had changed, and he didn’t need to be so overprotective anymore.

"You have to admit that this is my formula and that you stole it," Faye declared.

Natalie gave her a bored look. "You still need to prove it’s yours. You were granted entry into this highly secure event hall with a fake invitation card. Don’t make me regret it," she said with a smirk.

Faye flinched, caught off guard. She hadn’t realized how easily she had been allowed inside, and the realization made her nervous.

"Not just me, but everyone here—and let’s not forget the people all over the city watching this broadcast, thanks to our journalist friends—are waiting," Natalie added smoothly.

"Fine," Faye scoffed. "If you’re that desperate to humiliate yourself in front of everyone, so be it. Not like it’s anything new for you. One more addition to your list of shameful moments won’t make a difference."

Natalie remained composed, unfazed by Faye’s taunts, while Mia clenched her fists, itching to lash out. Natalie placed a calming hand over Mia’s and said quietly, "You’ll get your chance."

Mia held back her anger, choosing to wait and see how things unfolded.