Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98: It Takes Two To Tango

Victor leaned back, still casual. "Now that we’re done, how about a celebratory lunch?"

"I’m busy," Natalie replied curtly, already returning to her work.

"Dinner?"

"Even more busy."

"One dinner with another man—your husband won’t mind, will he? He can’t be that petty."

At Victor’s comment, Natalie’s thoughts immediately went to Justin, and without thinking, she muttered, "He’s the epitome of pettiness and jealousy."

Victor chuckled. "Then my advice is to leave him and come to me. Men like him are walking red flags."

"I know," she said absentmindedly, "but I like the way he is." The words slipped out so naturally that Natalie didn’t realize what she meant.

"Women can be truly brainless when it comes to men like that, and you’re no exception."

"I never claimed otherwise."

"Yeah, if you had any brain, you wouldn’t have fallen for that idiot Ivan Brown in the first place."

Natalie looked at him curiously. ’Why do both Justin and Victor call Ivan an idiot?’ She wondered if she was the only one who couldn’t see what they saw.

"Why do you always call him an idiot?" she asked, genuinely perplexed. "I was the one who wronged him on our wedding day."

Victor’s playful demeanor faded for a moment, his voice turning serious. "Some people are just born idiots, and Ivan is one of them. There’s no deeper reason."

Before she could respond, Victor stood, adjusting his jacket. "Anyway, I’m off. My time is precious."

"You don’t seem to value your time when you’re flirting with me," Natalie shot back. "But the moment we start talking about something serious, suddenly, it’s a waste of time."

Victor grinned, his charm back in full force. "Flirting with you is part of my fitness routine. It’s good for my heart. But serious talk with you—especially about your ex—is depressing. That’s bad for my health." He winked and turned to leave. _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}

"Jerk!" she called after him.

He laughed as his voice echoed down the corridor, even though he was out of sight. "Not my fault as you have a hobby of collecting jerks!"

Natalie frowned, resisting the urge to chase after him and give him a piece of her mind. She took a deep breath, tamping down her irritation and resumed her work.

A short while later, Nora and Ella approached Natalie with a sense of urgency. "Ms. Natalie, we’re receiving a flood of emails and calls from various artists inquiring about our company and the opportunities we’re offering. But most of them are mid-scale to smaller artists."

Natalie nodded thoughtfully. "Get all their details and start arranging interviews. You and Dan will handle the interviews. As for the new staff we’re hiring, make sure that process speeds up. We’re going to need more manpower."

"Yes, Ms. Natalie. We’ve already received a number of applications," Ella responded.

"Good. Anyone who’s worked for the Ford Group or has been associated with them in any capacity—reject them immediately," Natalie instructed, her tone sharp.

Ella looked slightly concerned. "Do you think there could be a spy?"

"Think?" Natalie scoffed. "I’m one hundred percent sure."