Chapter 312: Mocking Ivan Brown-III

"Nat, you are being deceived by these men and their fake affection," Ivan said.

Natalie looked at him, her expression haughty as she wrapped one hand around Justin’s neck while the other moved along his chest. "I am used to being deceived by fake affection. Nothing new to me. But the good thing is, all these men are way better than you. They are so pleasing to my eyes that I don’t mind anything they do."

Ivan found it unbelievable that Natalie had turned out like this. "I don’t believe you can be like this. You’re just doing this to show me, right?"

"So how do you expect me to be?" Natalie asked, making herself comfortable in Justin’s embrace. "The same naive girl who would be deceived by whatever you say?" She chuckled mockingly. "Get over yourself, Ivan Brown. Just know that you are nobody. If not for me coming to your rescue back then, you and your family would have been begging on the streets after bankruptcy. What kind of audacity do you have to say that you can protect and support me?"

"Nat, your mother is back. Does she know how you’ve turned out like this?" Ivan asked, feeling bitter at her words. It was true, but who would accept it?

"Oh, that reminded me," Justin said, looking back at Natalie. "I just got back from meeting your mother."

"You went alone?" Vincent asked. "I shall pay her a visit as well. I need to thank her on behalf of my sweetheart for exposing that bastard Jay Ford."

"Make sure to take me with you as well," Victor added. "I want to see the great woman who gave birth to my love."

Ivan realized these people were even close to Natalie’s mother. He felt lost for words. His hopes of getting back with Natalie were shattering at this moment.

Natalie stood up from Justin’s lap and walked over to Ivan. "Ivan Brown, if not for the gratitude I felt towards you, thinking you were the one to message me during my years in Xyros, trust me, you never stood a chance to be with me. I admit I was blind—but not anymore."

"Nat, I told you—"

"One last piece of advice for you," Natalie interrupted him. "Knowing Sephina Ford so well, I can assure you she won’t abandon her son and his daughter, even though they aren’t blood-related. Her hatred towards my mother is stronger than anything. You still have a chance to get your hands on the Ford Group if you marry Briena. Now get lost and go to her."

"Natalie, I told you it doesn’t matter. I like you, not her," he countered. "If you can be with these men, then why can’t it be me?"

"Simple—you’re not pleasing to the eyes. Look at them. All three are so handsome and perfect, while you... only someone like Briena would want you, and that’s just because she wants to take everything from me—whether it’s my things or my man."

"Nat..."

"Are you going out on your own, or do you want me to use this now?" Vincent said as he picked up his gun. "Trust me, you would die here, and no one would ever know about it."

Ivan looked at Natalie, realizing that any hope of having her was now completely destroyed.

"You can get lost now if you don’t want to be insulted even more," Natalie said coldly. "And make sure to never come to me again, or don’t blame me if Brown Industries faces bankruptcy once more. Your perfume department is already at a loss—I hope you don’t lose the others as well."

Seeing the cold glint in her eyes made Ivan feel a little afraid of her.

"This is my limit for tolerating your presence. Get lost before I call security," Natalie said icily. "And my name is Natalie. Only people dear to me can call me Nat, and surely you are not the one."

Ivan glanced at the three other men. Vincent raised a brow at him. Victor offered him a mocking smirk. Justin remained expressionless, as if the man in front of him was not even equal to an ant.

"Fine. I’m leaving. One day, you will regret this," Ivan said. "But even then, I would still accept you if you come to me." Then, he turned to leave.

Outside, Cathy and Mia had also come out of the room where they had been sitting and watched Ivan leave, his expression angry.

"Poor guy. Must not have expected to face this," Mia commented.

"He deserves it and now knows his place," Cathy added.

Just then, they heard the sound of a camera clicking. They saw Silvia standing nearby, taking a picture of Ivan Brown as he left. She handed her phone back to her assistant and said, "You know what to do."

"Silvia, what’s that for?" Mia asked.

"I thought, as a fellow person from the same industry, I should care for my junior and let her know where her man was when she needed him the most," Silvia said, referring to Briena.

Cathy chuckled. "You are ruthless."

"Still doesn’t match you girls," Silvia replied coolly.

"Let’s go inside," Mia said, and the three of them entered Natalie’s office.

Cathy’s gaze fell on Vincent, who was sitting right in front of her in Natalie’s chair. She shot him a displeased glare before turning to Natalie. "That scoundrel won’t come to you again. You guys put on a really nice show to insult him when I thought it would be only Nat giving him an earful."

"I agree," Mia said, "Never saw him feeling this angry and insulted."

Justin stood up from the couch as he had no time for all this. He held Natalie’s hand, "Let’s go."

"We all just got here and you are taking her away already?" Victor commented.

Justin looked at Victor and Vincent both and said, "This was the last time you two lay your hands on my woman. Next time, you won’t find your hands attached to your bodies."

Vincent raised a brow and stood up as he offered a challenging gaze to Justin. "Why wait for the next time. Let’s try it now."

"Yeah, let’s try it now," Victor said as well. "Having his name on the wedding certificate is the only advantage he has or he wouldn’t stand a chance with Natalie."

The atmosphere in the room turned heated, taking others by surprise. Just a while ago they were in sync to mock Ivan Brown, but now they looked like each other’s enemies.

"Stop it you three," Natalie said, "I am tired. I am leaving." She turned away, holding Justin’s hand and took him away before these three get at each others’ throats.