Chapter 105: Justin’s Poisonous Tongue

Sephina, momentarily taken aback by Justin’s threatening tone, sneered.

"You—a nobody, a roadside man—daring to raise your voice at us? We looked into you, and there’s nothing to your name besides a national ID card. Do you even have anything under your name? Not even a simple flight or train ticket, or a single hotel booking you did under your ID—tsk, nothing at all. Your record is worse than a beggar’s. Were you really living on the streets until my idiot granddaughter took you in?"

Jay jumped in, his voice filled with disdain. "We dug deep, and even the top government officials couldn’t find anything about you. You’re just a nobody who almost fooled us into thinking you are some big shot. You useless trash."

Justin simply stared at the mother and son, his expression unchanged—almost as if he were looking at fools.

Natalie was stunned by their words. Did they even realize who they were calling a poor roadside man? This was a man who could buy the entire Ford Group without batting an eye, yet here they were, hurling insults and digging their own graves.

But what shocked her even more was Justin’s calmness. He didn’t flinch, didn’t react. He just stood there, completely unfazed by their harsh words. Well he didn’t need their or anyone’s validation.

"I’m sure you’re some gigolo my idiot daughter lusted after and then married," Jay scoffed, his words dripping with contempt. "Such a heavy name for such a useless person—Aiden Handrix."

Natalie clenched her fists. She could hear anything about herself as she was used to it and this was not the place and occasion she wanted to argue with her family. But, now she had enough.

But before she could respond, Justin’s arm slid around her waist, pulling her closer until her body was pressed against his. His hand gently caressed the curve of her waist, the touch intimate and almost making her blush despite the situation.

He was getting mocked here in her husband’s place, but this man here was up to taking advantage of her.

"And what a suitable name you have for being a complete idiot, Jay Ford," Justin mocked.

Jay snapped. "You... forgot I’m your father-in-law!"

"Father-in-law?"Justin let out a wicked scoff. "Before associating yourself to me, you might consider changing your name to something better, so at least it would make you look less of an idiot."

Justin then shifted his gaze to Sephina, his eyes cold and piercing. "You must have been truly disappointed to birth an idiot, that you could not stand his extraordinary wife, Caryn Ford, who overshadowed him with her smartness. Isn’t that the reason you hated her and now you hate her equally smart and capable daughter. That’s why you try to pull Natalie down at every chance you get because she reminds you of her mother and your own failings?"

Not just Sephina, but Natalie, too, stood frozen, utterly shocked by his words. She had always wondered why Sephina’s disdain for her was so intense and unrelenting. Was Justin right? How could he, who had barely interacted with them, see through Sephina so clearly?

Sephina’s expression faltered, but before she could muster a response, Justin’s poisonous tongue was already at its work.

"You should be grateful to Caryn Ford for bringing another smart child into your family—her daughter, Natalie. But instead, you chose to embrace another fool, birthed by your son and his mistress." Justin’s gaze flicked over to Jay. "And I can see that useless child is going nowhere, just like your son."

"How dare you call my daughter a fool!" Clara stepped forward, fury contorting her face. "She may be a fool, but your wife is no different—a slut just like her mother."

Justin’s gaze turned icy as he looked at Clara, a dangerous edge in his eyes. "It wouldn’t take me long to turn your daughter into what you wish my wife to be. I could make sure she’s fucked by hundreds of men daily, right in front of your eyes, until you’re too traumatized to utter words like ’slut’ and ’whore’ again."

Clara stunned, almost took a step back, the other two equally shocked.

Justin’s expressions darkened further, clearly threatening Clara. "And do not make the mistake of taking it as an empty threat. You know your daughter is already becoming a whore to that idiot Ivan Brown by sucking him off recently. You must know it already."

Clara’s and Sephina’s faces drained of color, while Jay looked utterly stunned.

Natalie stood there, staring at Justin, unable to form any words. She had always known he had a way with words—so much so that she often felt helpless during their arguments. She also knew how flirty he could be, having experienced it firsthand, but she didn’t know he could talk dirty and it would sound so audible to her ears.

’That was..umm...hot...This man is hot with his actions as well words...’ but she shook her head, ’what’s wrong with me to enjoy him saying dirty words?’

Her thoughts were interrupted by her father’s furious voice. "How could you say something like that about my daughter?"

"If you insult my wife, you’ll get the same in return," Justin responded calmly, completely unbothered by Jay’s anger, as if it were nothing more than a passing breeze.

"As Natalie’s family, I suggest you take care of your daughter before she ends up as the very thing you call my wife—a whore. She’s already dug her grave by choosing Ivan Brown," he stated, his gaze shifting to Natalie. "You, on the other hand, were smart enough to marry me and dump that asshole."

Natalie offered him a confused gaze to think that what Justin knew about Ivan to say something like this about him. Was there something she didn’t know?

Justin looking at her, could clearly sense her confusion, but said nothing.

"My daughter is smart enough to choose Ivan," Clara spat, her tone venomous. "At least she didn’t settle for some gigolo who lives off women like you."

Without breaking eye contact with Natalie, Justin smiled faintly. "Would you mind if I did nothing at all and lived off you?"

"I wouldn’t mind," Natalie replied softly, enchanted in his gaze.

He reached up, gently caressing her cheek. "Then, I’ll be the best gigolo you could ever find."

She nodded, her movements almost instinctive, as if in a trance.

They both looked like they were flirting, ignoring others’ existence around them.

"Shameless," Sephina spat while the other two felt utterly angered, but could do nothing.