A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 124

“What Amber is proposing…”

Her gaze swept across the room.

“…is not change for the sake of change.”

A pause.

“It is opportunity.”

Another.

“For every child here…”

“And every child yet to come.”

Her voice gained strength.

“To learn.”

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“To grow.”

To reach their full potential.”

Silence.

Deep.

Unavoidable.

She turned back toward Grandfather.

And then-

Spoke clearly.

“I am publicly voting…”

A pause.

“For Amber Asher.”

The room shifted.

Not subtly.

Decisively.

Because this-

This was not just a vote.

This was influence.

Legacy.

Validation.

I glanced at Adrian.

And for a moment-

He didn’t look defeated.

He looked…

Relieved.

A chair scraped loudly against the floor.

Sharp.

Angry.

Adrian’s father stood.

His face flushed.

Eyes blazing.

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“Mother, have you lost your mind?” he snapped.

As voice echoed across the ballroom.

“You are choosing the enemy over your own grandson?”

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The word echoed.

Enemy.

It lingered in the air-

Ugly.

Misplaced.

Before anyone else could respond-

A chair moved.

Deliberate.

Mrs. Simmons stood.

The head of the third Asher family.

Elegant.

Composed.

And unmistakably displeased.

“Enemy?” she repeated.

Her tone wasn’t loud.

But it carried.

Sharp enough to cut through the tension.

“You dare call an enemy…”

A pause.

“…someone who is offering our families the opportunity to step forward?”

Silence fell.

Her gaze swept across the room.

“…to advance into the future?”

She took a step forward.

Measured.

Certain.

“She is the one leading us toward success.”

No hesitation.

No doubt.

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“The Heir trials have never been about which family is better.”

Afaint smile touched her lips-

As her gaze shifted briefly toward Grandfather.

“I would know.”

A quiet breath.

“I lost to my brother.’

Not shame.

Acceptance.

Wisdom.

“And yet…”

Her voice steadied again.

“…the question has always been the same.”

She turned slightly-

Facing the entire room.

“Who is the better option…”

“…to lead us forward?”

A pause.

“To lead us into a better future.”

The words settled.

Heavy.

Unavoidable.

Then-

She looked directly at Adrian’s father.

And her expression hardened.

“And if you are willing to treat your own family as an enemy…”

A beat.

“…then perhaps you should reconsider your place within it.”

The room went still.

“I would formally request…”

Her voice was calm.

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But absolute.

that you step down from any rights you currently hold…”

“…as your mother’s heir.”

Gasps rippled through the ballroom.

Because that-

That wasn’t just criticism.

That was a challenge.

A public one.

Adrian’s father froze.

For once-

Speechless.

I stood still.

Watching.

Understanding.

This was no longer about me.

Not fully.

This was about the system itself-

Correcting.

Shifting.

Breaking.

Grandfather stepped forward.

Reclaiming control of the room.

“The candidates have been presented.”

A pause.

“The recommendations have been made.”

His gaze swept across the crowd.

“And now…”

The slightest pause.

“We vote.”

That-

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That was it.

final step.

Assistants moved quickly.

Silent.

Efficient.

Tablets were placed in front of every eligible member.

Sleek.

Minimal.

Cold.

Each screen lit up at the same time.

Two names.

Amber Asher

Adrian Wyatt

Simple.

Final.

“The system has a delay,” Grandfather explained calmly.

“To ensure all votes are cast before results begin to display.”

Smart.

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No last-minute pressure.

Just choice.

The room fell into near silence.

Only the faint sound of taps against glass.

Decisions being made.

Quietly.

Irrevocably.

I didn’t move.

Didn’t look around.

Didn’t try to count.

Because this-

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Was no longer in my hands.

Jason’s presence at my side was steady.

Grounding.

But even he was still.

Waiting.

A soft chime echoed through the room.

Voting closed.

The screens dimmed for a moment.

Then-

They lit up again.

Numbers began to appear.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

As if the room itself was holding its breath.

At first-

Balanced.

Close.

Then-

A shift.

My number climbed.

And didn’t stop.

Murmurs began.