Chapter 207: No Amount Of Money Compares To My Wife

Just then, Noah’s phone rang. After answering the call, he said, "Yes, I’ll inform Mr. Harper."

"What is it about?" Justin’s voice cut through the space as the partition between the front and back seats began to lower.

Noah didn’t dare turn to look behind but replied, "The gift you arranged for Mr. Steve Davis will be delivered today."

Justin, still focused on fixing Natalie’s disheveled hair with his fingers, responded casually, "Good."

Natalie glanced at him. "A gift for Steve Davis?"

Justin finished setting her hair and finally leaned back. "He helped my wife when she was in trouble, so he deserves a proper gift. Besides, I don’t like owing anyone."

Natalie nodded, understanding his reasoning but feeling curious. "What kind of gift?"

"The land he’s been wanting to acquire but found difficult to obtain," Justin answered smoothly.

Natalie’s eyes widened slightly. If it was difficult for someone as influential as Steve Davis to secure, it had to be an extraordinary acquisition.

"That... must have cost a lot," she said hesitantly.

"No amount of money compares to my precious wife," Justin replied, his gaze steady as he met her eyes. "Don’t worry about it."

She hummed softly, touched by his words, and sat quietly for the rest of the drive.

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Justin dropped her to her office where Natalie handed over her responsibilities to Ella and Dan, explaining her schedule and informing them of her upcoming absence. Once everything was in order, she left with Justin.

Their destination turned out to be the same place where Justin had previously met his lookalike. Several cars were already waiting for them.

As Justin and Natalie stepped out of the car, she looked around, frowning slightly. "This doesn’t look like a hospital," she said.

Justin hummed and said, "From here, we have to follow the instructions given by the other party and proceed to the designated location."

Natalie gave him a puzzled look, but he added calmly, "Don’t worry. You’ll be fine."

Leo, Aiden Shaw’s assistant, approached them. "Ms. Natalie, please come with us."

Justin offered Natalie an assuring gaze, and she walked ahead. She wasn’t scared, but questions swirled in her mind about the secrecy surrounding the situation.

As Natalie sat in the car, Justin moved to join her, but—

"Sir, only Ms. Natalie," Leo said hesitantly. "We’ve been instructed—"

"Dare to stop me, and none of us will leave here," Justin cut him off coldly, his icy gaze piercing. "I go wherever my wife goes. Inform your boss and let me know if he wants this to proceed his way or not."

Leo immediately made a call, relaying Justin’s words. By the time he hung up, Justin was already seated in the car beside Natalie. Without another word, Leo got into his own car, and Justin and Natalie’s car followed behind.

Back at the parking area, Noah, the driver, Ryan, and John—who had stepped out of their trailing car—watched them leave.

"None of us are allowed to follow," Noah said with a sigh.

"Don’t worry," Ryan replied. "If Mr. Harper decided to risk it, that means he’s confident everything will be fine."

"He’d never put Ms. Natalie’s life in danger," John added firmly. "He knows exactly what he’s doing."

"So much trust in your former boss, even after being fired," Ryan teased with a smirk.

John shot him a glare. "Careful, or you might be next."

"How are you now?" Noah asked. He hadn’t had the chance to talk to John much since John was no longer officially part of their team and interactions were restricted.

"I’m fine," John replied tersely.

"Touch his back, and you’ll see how "You asshole," John cursed, his face pale from the sudden pain.

Ryan grinned, unfazed, and looked at Noah. "See?"

Noah sighed. "John, now that Ms. Natalie isn’t around to notice, you really should get treated. Don’t let it worsen."

He turned to Ryan. "Since you’re allowed to be with him, make sure he takes care of himself."

"I will," Ryan assured, his tone unusually sincere. With that, they all parted ways.

Steve Davis sat in his office, studying the file in his hands with an expression of disbelief. His gaze shifted to the sharply dressed man seated across from him on the couch.

"May I know who sent this?" Steve asked, his curiosity piqued.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Davis, but I cannot reveal that information," the man replied politely, his tone unwavering.

"The person who managed to secure this land—and sent it to me as if it were nothing—is clearly not ordinary," Steve remarked.

The man didn’t respond to the comment, simply offering a polite smile. "I hope you liked the gift, Mr. Davis, and thank you for helping Ms. Natalie when she was in trouble. We just wish you to not reveal anyone about the incident from that night."

Steve hummed and the man stood up. "I’ll take my leave now."

Realizing he wouldn’t get more from the man, Steve nodded. The visitor left without another word.

Leaning back in his chair, Steve’s mind drifted to Natalie’s husband. He had only caught a glimpse of the man’s side profile, but it had left an impression. The way he carried himself, the aura of power and control—it was unmistakable. Though Steve had only seen him briefly, the memory of that presence was sharp and vivid.

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’ Steve couldn’t help but wonder.

He had tried reviewing the hotel’s security footage to get a better look at Natalie’s mysterious husband. However, all the files from that day in areas where the man had been were corrupted, erasing any trace of him and Natalie. That alone was a strong indication of the man’s power—far beyond anything Steve had expected.

Someone who could infiltrate the strong security of his own hotel.

Just then, the door to his office opened, and Ivan stepped inside, his expression sour.

"What now?" Steve remarked, setting the file aside. "I thought you’d be celebrating with your famous fiancée, but you look like you just came from a funeral."

Ivan slumped onto the couch, looking troubled. "Can you find something for me?"

"What is it?" Steve asked, his tone casual.

"There’s a specific car belonging to someone powerful. I want to know who owns it," Ivan said, his voice clipped. "I sent you the car’s brand and license number."

Steve checked his phone and, upon seeing the message, raised an eyebrow. "Why are you poking around someone this wealthy? Planning to marry your sister off?"

"Just do it," Ivan snapped, sighing as he leaned back on the couch.

Steve called in his assistant, instructed him to run a search, and dismissed him. Turning back to Ivan, he asked, "So, what’s going on? Why are you so interested in this car’s owner?"

Ivan stayed quiet for a moment before answering. "I saw Natalie and her husband getting into that car. I just want to know who it belongs to."

Steve’s curiosity piqued. "Have you seen her husband?"

"Yes, why?" Ivan asked, frowning.

"Who is he?" Steve pressed, eager to finally put a name to the man.

"Some Aiden Hendrix," Ivan replied flatly.

Steve frowned, trying to place the name. "Never heard of him. But if Natalie and her husband got into the car, isn’t it obvious it belongs to him?"

"There’s no wealthy person in this country with the name Aiden Hendrix," Steve said thoughtfully. "And if he were that rich, he wouldn’t have been wearing ordinary clothes or driving an average car when I saw him before. But recently, it seems they’ve found a wealthy backer. Both of their living standards have noticeably changed—Natalie never used to wear expensive clothes, but now? Clothes, the car..."

"Are you jealous?" Steve teased, smirking.

"I just want to know how low she can go," Ivan replied coldly. "As if betraying me wasn’t already her bottom line."

Steve sighed, shaking his head. "Alright, we’ll find out soon enough."

Steve didn’t tell him about the drug incident and neither he said anything about his intuition towards Natalie’s husband that he was no ordinary person.

He would rather use this chance to satisfy his own curiosity. ’Let’s see who this car belongs to.’

A while later, Steve’s assistant returned and said, "Mr. Davis, the company refused to disclose the ownership details of that car."

This surprised the two men.