The emcee, clearly flustered, tried to regain control. "Sir, have you perhaps mistaken Ms. Briena for Ms. Natalie?"
The mysterious man’s voice cut through the room, firm and unyielding. "I know exactly who I bid on. Ms. Natalie is the one my boss wishes to dance with tonight."
Another wave of murmurs rippled through the hall.
This rich and handsome looking man who they thought was some bigshot, claimed to have his own boss. Who must be the person?
Natalie’s confusion deepened. Justin... could it be him? He’s the only rich man I know, who would go to such lengths to protect me or to be precise to help me.
The emcee, still reeling from the shock, hesitated before asking, "May I ask, who is your boss, sir? Which esteemed figure will be gracing us with a dance alongside the beautiful Ms. Natalie?"
"That is not for you to know," the man replied coldly, his expressions and tone arrogance. "In fact, no one here is worthy of knowing him."
His words left the entire room in stunned silence. The arrogance, the confidence—it was unlike anything they had ever heard.
Before anyone could react, the doors of the event hall swung open, and in walked several bodyguards, dressed in sharp black suits. They lined up on either side of the aisle, creating a path.
Then, an imposing figure appeared at the entrance, flanked by more security. The man was tall and powerfully built, exuding an air of control and mystery. He wore a sharp suit beneath a stylish trench coat, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. His inky black hair fell slightly forward, almost covering his forehead, while his piercing gaze remained fixed straight ahead—directly on Natalie.
But what shocked the crowd even more was that his face, from the eyes down, was covered by a sleek black mask, which only added another layer of mystery to him.
Without acknowledging anyone else, the man strode forward, his presence radiating authority. Every step he took seemed to silence the murmurs, as if no one else in the room mattered to him. His focus was solely on Natalie.
Natalie, standing frozen, felt her heartbeat quicken. Could it really be Justin?
Briena seethed with jealousy as the unexpected turn of events .
Tonight, she was supposed to be the star of the gala, the one everyone admired and praised. Yet here was Natalie, once again stealing the spotlight with this mysterious bidder who had wagered one billion on her.
’How could this happen?’ Briena thought, her eyes flashing with fury. ’There must be a mistake. He can’t possibly know who Natalie really is!’
’Who is he?’ Ivan wondered bitterly, his fists tightening. ’Another man she’s been involved with behind my back?’
"Sir, how do we know you’re really some wealthy man and not faking it on Natalie’s order?" Lily’s voice was full of suspicion. "Everyone knows no one would want to be associated with her. Did she arrange this to save herself from embarrassment?"
"The money is there," the emcee confirmed, his voice barely concealing his astonishment. freewebnσvel.cѳm
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