Semua Bab Can’t Stay Away From My Best Friend’s Billionaire Brother: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Sarah stared at her reflection in the mirror of her upscale apartment. The city lights glittered beyond the windows but her mind was elsewhere. Julian Cross had reached out to her two days earlier. A private message. A meeting in a discreet lounge. She had gone out of curiosity. What she found was something more. Power. Ambition. A man who moved with the same cold confidence as Richard but with a sharper edge. Julian had offered her a deal. Information about Ava and Damon in exchange for a position in his growing circle. Money. Influence. A place away from the losing side.She had accepted. The allure of Julian’s money and menace had been too strong to resist. Richard was fading. His power crumbling. Julian represented the future. The next generation. The one who would rise when the old man fell.Julian met her again that evening in a private room at an exclusive club. The lighting was low. The atmosphere intimate. He sat across from her. Calm. Magnetic. His eyes studied her with quie

Ava sat cross-legged on the floor of the penthouse living room. The city lights cast a soft glow through the windows. Papers and laptops surrounded her. The doctored memo lay in the center. Julian’s work. Subtle. Professional. Close enough to the truth to be believable. But the fingerprints were there. Hidden in the metadata. The timestamps. The subtle wording choices that matched his previous reports. Ava’s marketing mind dissected every line. Every number. Every carefully placed doubt.Damon paced nearby. His shirt sleeves rolled up. His jaw tight. “He is good. Too good. The memo looks like something from my own finance team. The dates match real transactions. The amounts are close enough to raise real questions.”Ava nodded. She highlighted another section. “Look at this. The language. The way it frames the fund reallocation. It is Julian’s style. He used the same phrasing in the operations report last quarter. And the metadata. The file was edited on a server he has access to. But

The company work event was held in a sleek downtown venue. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Soft lighting cast a professional glow over the room. Executives, department heads, and key partners mingled with champagne in hand. Ava moved through the crowd with practiced ease. Her black cocktail dress was elegant. Professional. The campaign’s success had brought her here. The numbers were strong. The promotion back on track. But the tension beneath the surface never fully faded.Julian Cross stood near the bar. Tall. Polished. His dark suit fit him perfectly. He smiled politely at colleagues. Charming. Magnetic. The perfect executive on the surface. But Ava had seen the ice beneath the smile. The calculation in his eyes. The way he watched everything. Everyone. She avoided him for most of the evening. Staying close to her team. Engaging in safe conversations. But Julian had other plans.He approached her during a quiet moment near the terrace doors. His movements were calm. Cont

Ava and Damon sat across from each other in the penthouse living room. The city lights twinkled beyond the windows but the atmosphere inside was charged. The argument had started over dinner and had been building for days. It was not about Richard. Not about Julian. Not about the threats or the company. It was about Emma. How to handle her. How to bring her back.Damon leaned forward. His voice was firm. “We have to tell her everything. The full files. The wire transfers. Julian’s role. She needs to see the truth. Hiding it is only making things worse.”Ava shook her head. Her tone was equally determined. “No. Emma is still fragile. Pushing her will only drive her further away. She needs time to come to it herself. Forcing the truth on her will feel like another betrayal.”Damon stood up. He paced the room. “Time is what Julian is using. He is filling her head with his version of events. The wounded son. The overlooked brother. If we wait too long she will be lost to us. We have to ac

The boardroom was packed. Executives filled the long table. Legal advisors sat along the walls. The air was thick with tension. Julian Cross sat near the head of the table. His expression was calm. Professional. But his eyes held a quiet satisfaction. He had orchestrated this moment. The forged memo had done its work. The board had called an emergency session. A motion to audit Damon’s entire division. The pretext was the alleged misuse of campaign funds. The real goal was to undermine Damon’s leadership. To weaken him. To force him to step back.Damon sat at the opposite end. His posture was steady. His face showed no emotion. Ava sat beside him. Her presence a silent support. Emma had chosen to attend as well. The family was fractured. But she had come. The room waited for the motion to begin.Julian spoke first. His voice was smooth. Measured. “The memo raises serious questions. Funds were redirected. The marketing department under Ava Sinclair was directly involved. We need a full