All Chapters of A Woman Worth Billions, Dated the Wrong Brother: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

We got into my car and drove straight to the Asher estate.Neither of us spoke much during the drive.The city moved around us as usual—traffic, pedestrians, the distant hum of construction—but inside the car everything felt strangely quiet.The calm before a storm.Jason rested his arm along the door, staring out the window, clearly deep in thought.I knew that look.He was already planning.By the time we reached the estate gates, the guards had been alerted. The gates opened immediately and we drove up the long stone path toward the main house.As soon as I stepped out of the car, the front doors opened.Alice burst out first.“Amber!”She ran straight toward me and wrapped her arms around my waist.Alex followed a little more calmly, though the relief on his face was just as clear.“You’re back,” he said simply.I hugged them both tightly.“Of course I am.”Inside the house, the atmosphere was far less peaceful.Pamela was sitting at the large living room table, surrounded by tabl

The heir trial was approaching. As tradition dictated, any candidate seeking to lead the Asher family had to present their vision—their plans, their investments, and the direction they intended to take the family fortune. It was meant to show not only ambition, but capability. Adrian was ecstatic. So much so that he even offered to cover the cost of the banquet and the venue. Ironically—though he had no idea—it happened to be one of my most expensive properties to rent. The same building that hosted the main offices and kitchen hubs of his precious company, Foodiex. The event was meant to be private. Family members. And the main investors of the Asher houses. But when Jason and I arrived, the entrance was already crowded with media. Cameras flashed the moment we stepped out of the car. Jason took my hand naturally. The children walked between us. Alice immediately waved toward the cameras, her smile bright and completely fearless. The photographers loved i

From the corner of my eye, I glanced toward Adrian. His face had gone pale. Not the theatrical kind of pale meant to provoke sympathy. No. This was the color of someone who had just realized something had gone terribly wrong. His fingers trembled slightly around his phone. He must have checked the rent invoices. Interesting. I kept my expression neutral and continued as if nothing had happened. The last slide of my presentation faded from the screen. Grandfather rose from his chair. The room immediately quieted. “Thank you,” he said calmly, his voice carrying easily across the ballroom. His gaze moved between Adrian and me. “Both presentations have now been heard.” A few investors nodded thoughtfully. “The closing of the Heir Trial will take place in three days.” A soft murmur spread through the room. “Until then,” Grandfather continued, “the family and our investors are encouraged to review the proposals presented tonight.” Polite applause filled the ballroom. Mea

Jason POVThe ballroom had descended into chaos.People were shouting.Security guards were moving quickly through the crowd, checking exits and shouting orders into radios.Relatives were gathering their families, investors arguing with staff, reporters being pushed outside the building.But none of it mattered.Amber was gone.Mr. Asher stood near the center of the room, his usually calm demeanor completely shattered.He was on the phone, his voice cold and sharp.“Find her.”A pause.“I don’t care how.”Beside him, his assistant was already calling half the city’s security network.I forced myself to stay still.Because the children were watching.Alice clung to my arm.Alex stood quietly beside her, trying to look brave.My grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Sun, arrived moments later.My grandmother walked straight toward me.Her eyes searched my face.“Jason.”I looked down at her.“I tried to be good,” I said quietly.For months I had tried to do things the civilized way.The diplomati

Jason POVThe house was quiet again.But this time the silence was different.Not helpless.Not chaotic.Focused.Purposeful.The study had transformed into a war room.Three large monitors showed maps of the neighboring city. Routes, traffic patterns, security networks, building permits, satellite overlays. Every feed was being analyzed in real time.Marcus stood behind one of the monitors, scrolling through information faster than most people could read.Mr. Asher stood near the desk, arms crossed, watching the operation with calm intensity.I was already dressed to leave.Dark jacket.Holster secured.Phone, tablet, and secure communications device lined up on the table.Everything ready.Because every second Amber spent there was one second too long.Marcus looked up.“We have a possible location.”I walked over immediately.The satellite map zoomed in.An estate.Large.Private.Bordering the edge of the Watson family’s territory in the neighboring city.“Watson auxiliary propert