A woman worth billions, dated the wrong brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Jason POVI watched Amber kneel beside Alex and speak to him as if the rest of the room had disappeared.Calm.Focused.Certain.And Alex responded to her the same way he always did when something truly mattered—with complete trust.It should not have surprised me.But it did.I was amazed by the connection between them.Not because it existed.Because I had failed to fully see it before now.Somewhere between survival, marriage, business wars, kidnappings, and everything else, something important had been growing in front of me.Quietly.Naturally.And I had underestimated its depth.Alex did not just like Amber.He relied on her.Looked for her first.Listened to her instinctively.Claimed her without hesitation.Mom Amber.The words still echoed in my head.I had always known Alex was intelligent.Curious.Quick.But not to this extent.Not enough to trace a missing girl, preserve location data, and bring it directly to the person most likely to solve it.And if Alex was right—If

Amber POVI saved the changes.Cleanly.Quietly.Then I returned my attention to the real problem.Still without looking at him, I addressed John Stait.“Was anyone already following the ferry route?”John’s expression sharpened immediately.He knew the tone I was using now.Not irritated.Working.I continued, eyes on the footage.“It is highly suspicious that we were able to find a clear video of the transfer.”I replayed the frame showing the teenagers being moved from the bus to the boat.“They were careful in every other stage.”False routes.Minimal digital traces.Layered concealment.No obvious exposure.“So why leave visible transport footage at the dock?”The room quieted around the question.Even people who had ignored me before were listening now.I zoomed out on the surrounding map.Road access.Water access.Storage facilities.Transfer zones.“It is possible the teenagers are being held close to the docks.”I tapped a warehouse district.Then an industrial strip.“Or th

Amber POVJohn Stait left for the docks within minutes.He took a rapid response team, two intelligence officers, and enough authority to move entire sectors of the city if necessary.Before leaving, he did only one thing that mattered.He handed command of the operation to Jason.No one objected.No one hesitated.The room simply accepted it.Jason did not acknowledge the weight of it.He only stepped closer to the central station and kept working.Digging deeper.Following encrypted trails.Peeling back shell accounts, false identities, and dead-end corporations to find who had funded all of this.Who wanted war badly enough to buy children.I turned back to our side of the board.The container.The docks.The transfer route.The timeline.But another question pressed harder than logistics.How had they been taken in the first place?These were not ordinary teenagers.They were selected.Trained.Exceptional.Some likely taught surveillance awareness, resistance, escape protocols, e

Amber POVThere was nothing sexier than a man excelling at something.And Jason—Jason was devastating.He was completely focused.Sharp.Untouchable.The kind of competence that made everyone else in the room seem slower by comparison.Ten different windows were open across his screens.Maybe more.Each one changing in real time.Data shifting.Files opening.Maps updating.Names surfacing.He tracked all of it at once without missing a beat.And somehow, in the middle of all that, he had manifested a headset.I had no idea from where.One second it was not there.The next, it was on him like part of the uniform he had never really stopped wearing.He spoke into it while typing.Calm.Smooth.Effortless.“No, listen,” he said, voice threaded with practiced irritation.I glanced at the nearest screen.He was using a disguised line routed through three countries.Of course he was.“Yes, I’m with the Becker family.”A pause.Then Jason rolled his eyes dramatically at whatever the person

Mr. Stait POVJohn received the President’s call the moment the teenagers were confirmed safe.He expected relief.Gratitude.Political urgency.What he did not expect was enthusiasm.The President was ecstatic.Not only because the teenagers had been recovered.Not only because his granddaughter was alive.But because, in the middle of crisis, something else had been uncovered.A prodigy.A real one.Young enough to shock everyone.Brilliant enough to matter.Alex.And beyond that—Opportunity.The President spoke quickly, already building futures out of the night’s chaos.He wanted Jason involved directly.Wanted him to train and lead a new children’s prodigy unit.Wanted Alex included.Wanted Alice evaluated.Wanted Amber attached to the program as well.A brilliant family.Connected to two of the most powerful houses in the city.Bound to the military.Useful to the country.Strategically, it was an extraordinary proposition.Politically, even better.Personally—It was a disaster