Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295: Show Of Affection

"Is the CEO here?" people began to murmur, desperate to catch a glimpse of the arriving figure. However, the rows of bodyguards blocked their clear view.

The bodyguards took their positions at the entrance, forming a barrier. Though no one had yet appeared, the rhythmic sound of shoes striking the floor echoed down the empty corridor, reaching everyone’s ears.

The banquet hall fell completely silent as every pair of eyes fixated on the entrance, no one daring to blink.

A tall and handsome figure clad in a perfectly tailored black suit, which accentuated his well-proportioned physique, appeared at the entrance. A collective gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd as they took in the sight of the young and devilishly handsome man.

The bright lights of the banquet hall illuminated his features, making him appear even more dazzling.

He stood at the entrance, expressionless, his calm eyes scanning the room as if searching for something. His noble aura was awe-inspiring, exuding an air of cold indifference and radiating a powerful pressure.

Without saying or doing anything, he managed to captivate and intimidate everyone present.

His eyes swept over the crowd with a commanding arrogance before finally settling on one corner of the hall. There, a woman sat quietly, drunk, seemingly oblivious to the commotion around her.

His thin lips curled slightly into a faint smile, surprising everyone who noticed. Without hesitation, he began striding toward that particular woman.

At the same time, murmurs erupted in the hall.

"Is he the CEO of NextEra?"

"He must be. You can tell from his aura that he’s no ordinary person."

While the crowd speculated about his identity, a few people in the hall were utterly shocked to see him—the Fords and the Browns.

"Isn’t he that bitch’s gigolo husband?" Irene asked in surprise, though she found herself madly drawn to the handsome man.

Briena could only nod, her eyes unable to leave the man’s striking figure.

Ivan watched Justin walking toward Natalie and felt a wave of jealousy at the way Justin took the determined step towards her, as if no one else existed for him.

No one dared to step forward or approach the man, as the row of bodyguards standing in the middle seemed to silently warn them to stay back. Something about Justin’s commanding presence made it clear he was not to be disturbed.

As Justin was halfway to Natalie, someone dared to cross the line and approached him. "Hello, I am—"

"Get lost!" Justin’s calm but cold voice cut through the air as he shot a sharp glare at the middle-aged man.

Immediately, a bodyguard stepped forward and stopped the man from obstructing Justin’s path.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Justin reached Natalie, seemingly oblivious to everyone else in the room. His gaze was fixed solely on her, as if she were the only one who mattered.

By the time, drunk Natalie had her face resting on the table, her cheek flat against the table top, her eyes closed, while one hand clutched an empty wine glass. "Get me more wine," she mumbled in irritation. "Where is the bloody server?"

"Are you not done yet?" Justin asked, his tone carrying a mix of annoyance and concern.

The drunk woman recognized his voice and opened her eyes, tilting her head slightly to look at the man standing before her. His hands were tucked into his pants pockets, and his deep-set eyes were fixed on her, waiting for her response.

"You finally got time from your mistress?" she slurred, her voice thick with drunkenness.

Justin raised a brow. "Mistress?"

"Hmm?" She nodded, "Mistress, you spent time with."