Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: A Newcomer

"Pay attention," Steve interrupted smoothly, still holding her wrist, prompting her to look ahead.

"Nat," Mia murmured helplessly, hoping to get her out of here.

She was sure, no one would bid on Natalie, leaving her embarrassed in front of hall full of entire business world or rather a scum would bid on her.

"She is strong enough to deal with it. Don’t worry," Steve assured, though his voice remained cold and far from any genuine concern.

Mia shot him a glare. "I don’t need you to tell me that. And if you think you can mess with this best friend of mine, then you can dream on. Natalie is not like that slut Nora...Ugh..."

The grip on her wrist tightened the next moment, making her wince in pain. Steve’s calm facade slipping for just a moment as his eyes flashed with anger.

Mia, ever defiant, didn’t back down. "Are you angry because I said my best friend is out of your reach, or because I called your precious ’love’ a slut?"

Steve’s eyes darkened with anger, but before he could respond, the emcee’s voice and a loud cheer pulled their attention back to the stage.

"Five hundred million for Ms. Briena! That’s a new record, even beating Mr. Davis’s bid. Mr. Ivan Brown, you sure love your fiancée! We can all see it!"

The crowd erupted into applause, cheering for Ivan and Briena.

Ivan remained calm and composed in his place, seemingly enjoying the attention and praise and it was all thanks to Briena. He could see the men around him felt envious of him for having a beautiful and capable woman like Briena with him.

Mia fumed, her gaze flicking to Steve. "You bid first and then stepped back so your friend Ivan could swoop in and be the star of the night, didn’t you?"

Steve’s cold, mocking glare met hers. "Would you rather I stayed in and bid on your best friend?"

"You couldn’t afford her," Mia shot back, her voice low but fierce. She glanced at Natalie, thinking, If only I could bid, I’d offer my entire company for her.

"Seems like tonight’s dance of honor is going to be with Mr. and Mrs. Brown," the emcee teased, causing the crowd to cheer louder for the couple.

Briena, basking in the attention, blushed slightly at being called "Mrs. Brown," her shy smile perfectly timed for the cameras.

The emcee, sensing the energy, continued. "Anyone willing to bid higher? This is the last chance to claim the honor of the first dance of the evening. Ms. Briena and Ms. Natalie are still here. Has anyone decided to bid on Ms. Natalie?"

A tense silence followed. No one in the hall moved, the lack of response making it painfully clear that no one wanted to associate with Natalie, the woman tarnished by scandal.

Rowan, who had already bid on two other women, silently thanked his stars. He saved his family image by bidding already, and didn’t have to bet on Natalie, for the compulsion on beading someone.

He glanced around, relieved. ’If Justin were here, he’d probably have bid on that troublemaker, given his recent interest in Natalie Ford. Thank God he chose not to come tonight. I want him to have nothing to do with her.

Natalie stood there, unmoved by the awkward silence.