All Chapters of A woman worth billions, dated the wrong brother: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Jason POV Marcus nearly slammed the brakes. “She shot the camera!” I leaned back slowly. Marcus looked at me. “What the hell was that?” I ran a hand over my face. “She said hello husband before she shot it.” Marcus stared. “…Okay.” Silence filled the car. “…What does that mean exactly?” I looked out the windshield. Honestly? Even I wasn’t completely sure. “That,” I said finally, “means she knew we were watching.” Marcus looked horrified. “And she still destroyed the camera?” I closed the tablet. “That’s Amber telling me she’s handling things.” Marcus exhaled slowly. “You two are terrifying.” Amber POV The room had gone very quiet. The guards weren’t sure what to do. Their leader was unconscious on the floor. Their employer was staring at me like he had just realized something had gone terribly wrong. And I was holding a gun. I walked calmly across the room. No rush. No panic. Just steady steps. Henry Watson’s eyes followed me the entire time. I reache

The night air was cooler outside.For a moment no one spoke as we stepped out of the building. The guards that had been stationed outside were gone—either called away or already hiding after hearing the gunshot.Good.That made things easier.Henry Watson walked ahead of us with careful steps. Adrian stayed close behind him while I followed last, the gun still steady in my hand.The car waited at the front of the driveway.A black sedan.Predictable.“Keys,” I said.Henry sighed but pulled them from his pocket.A minute later we were inside.Henry Watson behind the wheel.Adrian in the passenger seat.And me in the back.My gun rested comfortably against the back of Henry’s seat, angled just enough that he could see it in the rearview mirror.“Drive,” I said calmly.The engine started.The car rolled slowly down the long driveway and out toward the main road.For a few minutes the only sound inside the car was the low hum of the tires on the asphalt.Henry Watson spoke first.“You rem

I wasn’t surprised Jason had found me.Only that he had arrived this fast.Which, if I was being honest with myself, said more about him than he probably wanted me to know.Jason had always been careful about the image he presented to the world.Successful.Calm.Calculated.The respectable heir running Sol Management.But I had known him since college.And even back then there were… hints.Like the time Oscar had been complaining about a professor’s impossible assignment and suddenly the homework submission portal mysteriously crashed.Or when a rival team’s robotics presentation disappeared ten minutes before judging.Jason had simply shrugged and said the school servers were terrible.At the time I had suspected something.Now I was certain.Because hacking the camera feed of a building miles away, locating me, and sending a drone to monitor the room wasn’t something an average businessman could do.It meant resources.Infrastructure.Connections.It meant the version of Jason I kn

Jason POV “Terra… never flirted.” Amber stared at me like I had just insulted her intelligence. Slowly she pulled out her phone. “Oh really?” She turned the screen toward me. Terra: Hey handsome, You looked really good on that blue suit today. looking forward to spending time with you this afternoon 😉 Amber raised an eyebrow. “Still think that wasn’t flirting?” I cleared my throat. “That was clearly tactical misdirection.” Amber’s jaw dropped. “Jason.” She tapped the phone. “I sent you that message.” “Yes.” “As Terra.” “And you still think it wasn’t flirting?” I rubbed my face. “I thought Terra was being sarcastic.” Amber stared at me. Then she burst out laughing. “You are unbelievable.” “I was testing you.” “To see if you would flirt back.” “And?” “You didn’t.” “That was the correct response.” Amber poked my chest. “That was the boring response.” Then she narrowed her eyes. “Actually…” “If you’re such a good hacker…”

Amber POV Jason didn’t waste a second. The moment the decision was made, everything shifted. The room transformed from quiet planning to controlled chaos. Phones. Screens. Orders. Movements. Jason was in his element. Cold. Precise. Relentless. “Send me the Becker estate rotations,” he said, already moving between screens. “I want guard shifts, blind spots, patrol gaps.” A pause. “And I want it clean. No traces.” He ended the call and moved to the next. I watched him for a second. This was Cronos. Not the man who held me a few hours ago. Not the man who laughed when I called myself a thief. This was something else. Something sharper. And somehow… It didn’t scare me. It made sense. I stepped away and pulled out my phone. “Pamela.” She answered immediately. “Tell me you’re calling with something interesting.” “I need you.” A pause. Then— “Where?” I smiled slightly. “Already on your way.” We met just outside the estat