<h4>Chapter 295: Show Of Affection</h4>


    "Is the CEO here?" people began to murmur, desperate to catch a glimpse of the arriving figure. However, the rows of bodyguards blocked their clear view.


    The bodyguards took their positions at the entrance, forming a barrier. Though no one had yet appeared, the rhythmic sound of shoes striking the floor echoed down the empty corridor, reaching everyone’s ears.


    The banquet hall fellpletely silent as every pair of eyes fixated on the entrance, no one daring to blink.


    A tall and handsome figure d in a perfectly tailored ck suit, which entuated his well-proportioned physique, appeared at the entrance. A collective gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd as they took in the sight of the young and devilishly handsome man.


    The bright lights of the banquet hall illuminated his features, making him appear even more dazzling.


    He stood at the entrance, expressionless, his calm eyes scanning the room as if searching for something. His noble aura was awe-inspiring, exuding an air of cold indifference and radiating a powerful pressure.


    Without saying or doing anything, he managed to captivate and intimidate everyone present.


    His eyes swept over the crowd with amanding arrogance before finally settling on one corner of the hall. There, a woman sat quietly, drunk, seemingly oblivious to themotion around her.


    His thin lips curled slightly into a faint smile, surprising everyone who noticed. Without hesitation, he began striding toward that particr woman.


    At the same time, murmurs erupted in the hall.


    "Is he the CEO of NextEra?"


    "He must be. You can tell from his aura that he’s no ordinary person."


    While the crowd spected about his identity, a few people in the hall were utterly shocked to see him—the Fords and the Browns.


    "Isn’t he that bitch’s gigolo husband?" Irene asked in surprise, though she found herself madly drawn to the handsome man.


    Briena could only nod, her eyes unable to leave the man’s striking figure.


    Ivan watched Justin walking toward Natalie and felt a wave of jealousy at the way Justin took the determined step towards her, as if no one else existed for him.


    No one dared to step forward or approach the man, as the row of bodyguards standing in the middle seemed to silently warn them to stay back. Something about Justin’smanding presence made it clear he was not to be disturbed.


    As Justin was halfway to Natalie, someone dared to cross the line and approached him. "Hello, I am—"


    "Get lost!" Justin’s calm but cold voice cut through the air as he shot a sharp re at the middle-aged man.


    Immediately, a bodyguard stepped forward and stopped the man from obstructing Justin’s path.


    Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Justin reached Natalie, seemingly oblivious to everyone else in the room. His gaze was fixed solely on her, as if she were the only one who mattered.


    By the time, drunk Natalie had her face resting on the table, her cheek t against the table top, her eyes closed, while one hand clutched an empty wine ss. "Get me more wine," she mumbled in irritation. "Where is the bloody server?"


    "Are you not done yet?" Justin asked, his tone carrying a mix of annoyance and concern.


    The drunk woman recognized his voice and opened her eyes, tilting her head slightly to look at the man standing before her. His hands were tucked into his pants pockets, and his deep-set eyes were fixed on her, waiting for her response.


    "You finally got time from your mistress?" she slurred, her voice thick with drunkenness.


    Justin raised a brow. "Mistress?"


    "Hmm?" She nodded, "Mistress, you spent time with."


    Justin took a step forward and leaned down, resting one hand on the table as he looked at her. "Why would I have a mistress when I have such a beautiful and perfect wife?"


    She looked at him with innocent eyes, her face flushed red made her look cute. "So you don’t have a mistress?" Even her voice sounded cute to hear.


    Justin shook his head. "It’s either you or no one. You are the only one I would ever have with me."


    "Really?"


    "Hmm."


    "I knew it," she said with a light smile on her lips as she mumbled. "I should not trust what Mia says."


    "Now, let’s go home," he said, offering her his hand.


    Like an obedient girl, she ced her hand in his, and Justin helped her stand up. She was about to lose her bnce, but he held her firmly against his body, his hands tightly wrapped around her slender waist.


    In her drunken state, she chuckled softly and circled her hands around his neck. "I missed you."


    She acted like a spoiled young girl in her drunken state, something Justin was already familiar with. He gently pecked her forehead and said, "I missed you as well."


    The others standing around were taken aback by this public disy of affection, and by the sight of Natalie acting this way with one man. Moreover, they still hadn’t confirmed who this man was.


    The next moment, they watched as Justin effortlessly lifted Natalie into his arms and turned to leave. Under every single gaze in the room, Justin walked confidently with long strides, carrying Natalie out of the event hall.


    Surprise and confusion were etched on the faces of the onlookers.


    Victor sighed, mumbling, "This man is such a showoff."


    "Are you jealous?" Silvia asked with a teasing smirk.


    "Your tiny brain can only interpret it that way. Don’t bother troubling it," Victor replied, turning to leave.


    Silvia followed after him.


    He red at her. "What are you doing?"


    "We came together, so we have to leave together as well," Silvia said matter-of-factly.


    Victor didn’t deny her and allowed her toe with him.


    Meanwhile, the shocked audience began murmuring again.


    "He just left. Was he not the CEO of NextEra?"


    "He seems to be that powerful man backing Natalie Ford."


    "But who is he then? Who is so powerful, and we don’t even know his identity?"


    "What if he really is the CEO of NextEra, and as the rumors suggest, he’s involved with Natalie Ford?"


    "We can’t say yet. No one has seen the CEO before."


    Everyone was left with more questions than answers.


    "Let’s ask the organizers whether the CEO ising or if that man was him."


    The Fords and Browns had bitter tastes in their mouths for reasons they couldn’t quite articte. All they could think was: <i>Is her husband not a gigolo but someone powerful?</i>