Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293: Wait For The NextEra CEO

Briena grabbed her hand to stop her. "Don’t create a scene. Ivan won’t be happy," she said, then turned to Natalie. "I don’t see your husband around. Are you ashamed to bring him along because he’s a gigolo?"

Natalie, who had been quiet until now, smirked lightly. "Aren’t you having enough these days that you need to look for someone else’s husband now?" Her gaze traveled over Briena’s body. "You look entirely fine—it seems like that wasn’t enough."

Briena’s face drained of color. "W-What do you mean? Are you jealous that Ivan and I are doing well together?"

Natalie raised an eyebrow. "Only Ivan?"

Briena swallowed hard, panic creeping into her mind. The shoot has been kept a secret. She doesn’t know anything about it, does she? _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}

Concealing her anxiety with a smile, she quickly picked up a glass of wine. "Let’s celebrate your success with a toast."

Natalie looked at the extended glass with a cold smirk, then picked up her own wine glass and raised it toward Briena.

Clink!

Briena’s wine glass tilted slightly, ready to spill on Natalie’s clothes, but Natalie was faster. With her other hand, she smacked the glass out of Briena’s hand, sending the wine splashing onto Briena’s dress and the glass shattering on the ground a short distance away. The red wine pooled on the floor, staining Briena’s dress.

Briena held her hand, wincing from the sting of Natalie’s smack. Her eyes grew moist as she looked at Natalie. "Natalie..."

"Please, spare me the same lines about how I’ve wronged you, and save those crocodile tears for Ivan and your family," Natalie said, her tone icy. Then she turned to walk away as if it was a waste of time.

By the time everyone noticed what was happening, Briena felt wronged and immediately grabbed Natalie’s hand. "Natalie, I was truly happy for you, and—"

Splash!

Natalie splashed the wine in Briena’s face, drawing loud gasps from the onlookers. Letting out a cold, evil chuckle, she said, "You wanted to show everyone that I tried to spill the wine on you, so I just fulfilled your wish. Are you happy now, little sister?"

Briena looked utterly pathetic, her face and hair drenched in wine, her dress badly stained. It was a pitiful scene.

Ivan, who had just arrived, glared at Natalie. "Natalie, why did you—"

Smash!

Natalie smashed the glass in her hand on the nearby table, cutting him off. Her cold gaze locked onto him. "Save your words for teaching your fiancée to stay in her lane. Bloody nuisance!"

"Done playing around?" a voice interrupted as Victor approached Natalie. He took her hands and scanned her carefully. "I hope you’re not hurt."

"I’m alright," she replied calmly.

Victor turned his attention to Briena. "Why is the trash still roaming around here? Where are the cleaners?"

Briena clenched her fists but forced herself to keep acting pitiful, casting a tearful glance at Ivan.

"Victor, mind your words," Ivan said sharply.