Semua Bab A Woman Worth Billions, Dated the Wrong Brother: Bab 131 - Bab 140

I moved deeper into the room, forcing myself to ignore the screens for a moment.The cages.The men.The threat.All of it could wait.This was a puzzle.And Emilian never did anything without intention.I slowed my steps and began to observe more carefully. What had looked like scattered debris at first glance began to form a pattern the longer I looked.There were pieces everywhere.Metal components.Wires.Joints.Small mechanical parts.Not random.I crouched down and picked up one of the pieces. It was light, precise, and clearly manufactured with purpose.Not scrap.I turned it in my hand, my eyes narrowing slightly.This felt familiar.I stood and moved to another section, picking up a different piece. Then another.A joint.A wiring cluster.A partially assembled frame.Then I noticed the papers.I reached for them and unfolded one.Schematics.But incomplete.I found another sheet a few steps away. Then another.The instructions were not in one place. They were spread across

The projection flickered once more before fading into darkness.For a brief moment, the room felt still again.Too still.I straightened slightly, keeping my expression composed as I looked back at the camera.“So what now?” I asked.A pause.“I won,” I added calmly.My tone remained even, almost indifferent.“Are you going to let the Beckers go?”I tilted my head slightly, as if considering it.“Or better yet,” I continued, “keep them restrained until I get there. I would prefer to deal with them myself.”Silence.Then—Emilian laughed.The sound cut through the room, sharp and wrong.Not controlled.Not measured.Unhinged.It echoed against the walls, stretching longer than it should have, breaking the calm that had defined him until now.For the first time—He sounded like he had lost control.Completely.The laughter faded slowly, leaving something darker behind.“You think you won?” he asked.His voice was different now.Rougher.Unstable.I did not answer.Because I already knew

I kept my eyes on the screens, forcing myself to remain calm as Emilian continued to talk.His voice filled the room, smooth in places, fractured in others, slipping further from control with every word.But then I saw it.One of the side cameras shifted slightly, catching movement at the edge of the frame.A shadow.Silent.Precise.Jason.He was moving toward Emilian without making a sound, each step measured, each movement hidden by the suit.He was almost on him.I did not react.I did not let my expression change.I kept my breathing steady and my eyes fixed forward, as if I had seen nothing.Emilian continued speaking, too absorbed in his own delusions to notice.“I will take care of you, Amber,” he said softly.I said nothing.“Before the end of the day,” he continued, his voice lowering into something more intimate and possessive, “you will be in my arms, begging to stay.”My stomach turned.“And once you understand how much better I can make you feel,” he added almost reveren

The last red marker disappeared from the screen.Both estates were clear.The bombs were offline.For the first time since we entered that building, I allowed myself one slow breath.Then I kept going.Because I was already inside his system.And men like Emilian never built only one layer of damage.I opened the hidden financial directories buried beneath the security programs. Shell companies, ghost accounts, unregistered holdings, transfers routed through names that did not exist.Becker money.Hidden money.Stolen money.My expression did not change.I created two encrypted transfers and moved the first wave of funds out of their private accounts.One account for Rose.One account for Iris.A small compensation for everything the Becker family had put them through.Not enough.But a beginning.I continued digging deeper, exposing more hidden assets as I went. Properties, offshore reserves, undeclared investment pools, trust funds disguised under false entities.I began to siphon t

The silence after my answer was satisfying.Brief.But satisfying.Martin Vinny’s expression had hardened, though he was careful not to let it slip too far. Men like him hated being challenged in public, especially when they believed they held the room.Before he could speak again, Jason leaned forward.His tone was calm.Too calm.The kind of calm that usually meant someone was about to be cut apart politely.“Mr. Vinny,” Jason said, “perhaps a better question would be this.”Martin turned toward him.Jason’s gaze did not waver.“Why would the Becker family target your estate if you were supposed to be allies?”The room shifted instantly.That was the real question.Not what I had done.Why they had needed saving at all.Martin’s jaw tightened for a fraction of a second.Small.But visible.Jason continued before he could answer.“And as for Amber’s abilities…”He glanced at me briefly, then back at Martin.“She has a master’s degree in computer science.”Silence followed.One of the