Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415: Justin’s Warning

Meira was wearing that same white dress. It was far too short and revealing, and it was obvious from her expression that she was deeply uncomfortable in it.

Justin clenched his fists as his gaze burned into Grace, who met it with a smug, triumphant smile.

"She looks beautiful, doesn’t she?" Grace said sweetly. "I was thinking of making her my maid of honor. That dress is perfect for her."

Ignoring her completely, Justin walked over to a display, pulled out a modest yet elegant dress, and handed it to Lana. "Make her wear this."

Lana nodded and carried out his instructions without a word.

Grace, undeterred, smirked at him. "That was a beautiful choice. Seems like you know women’s fashion quite well."

"You’re forgetting—I have a wife," Justin replied coolly, mocking her.

Grace felt bitter hearing him say that in front of the staff present. But she kept her composure and replied, "That’s even better—having a man who’s experienced."

She then looked at the man standing beside her and added, "This is Paul, who’s going to design our wedding outfits."

Justin remained silent—he was only there for Meira, not for conversation.

Grace continued, "Paul is the assistant of the world-renowned designer Patrick. So it’s as good as having Patrick design for me."

Justin looked at her with a mocking gaze. "You couldn’t get Patrick to work for you?"

"Mr. Aiden," Paul spoke up, "Mr. Patrick is currently busy designing a dress for someone very important to him. The dress is expected to take several months to complete—it’s being handmade by Mr. Patrick himself. Until then, he has declined all other commissions and gone into seclusion to focus solely on it."

The showroom manager, who had overheard the conversation, looked surprised. "Someone who can make Mr. Patrick commit like that must be incredibly powerful—or very close to him personally. It’s difficult just to get an appointment with him."

"True," Paul agreed. "Mr. Patrick said this is the most important project of his life—and it’ll be the most expensive dress he’s ever created."

"May I know who the client is?" the manager asked curiously.

"Someone from the Imperial City," Paul replied. "But I’m not sure exactly who. Mr. Patrick keeps his personal commissions private until they’re completed—not even I know."

Grace felt a spike of envy and wondered who the bride could be. With so many elite families in the Imperial City, it was hard to guess.

"Anyway, let’s do a trial for my dress—since my fiancé is such a busy man," she said, signaling the staff, who were already prepared to assist.

Before stepping into the trial room, she turned to Justin. "You’re wealthier than those rich families in the Imperial City. You could’ve just ordered Patrick to make a dress for me..."

"You don’t deserve it," Justin replied coldly, his gaze shifting past her—toward the trial room where Meira had gone.

But Justin didn’t even glance in her direction. Instead, he turned to Noah. "I’m heading out," he said, then looked at Meira. "Let’s go." _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}