A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 125

Signed, sent and official.

silence after the results hadn’t even settled-

When a chair moved.

Sharp.

Deliberate.

Mr. Becker stood.

Slowly.

Every eye turned.

Because this-

This was not over.

He adjusted his jacket.

Composed.

Controlled.

But his eyes-

Cold.

“With Amber Asher as the head of the Asher family…”

A pause.

“The Becker family will dissolve all agreements…”

His voice carried.

“…that have been in place for generations.”

A ripple moved through the room.

Not shock.

Calculation.

“…we will publicly disband our alliance.”

There it was.

The threat.

Dressed as a decision.

Before the room could fully react-

Another figure stood.

The head of the Vinni family.

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pped on and offic

Of course.

Predictable.

“We stand with the Becker family.”

His tone firm.

“We will also withdraw all agreements and partnerships.”

Murmurs grew louder now.

Because this-

This wasn’t just politics.

This was pressure.

Economic.

Strategic.

A warning to the room.

Choose her-

And you lose us.

For a moment-

The tension stretched.

Tight.

Waiting.

And then-

Grandfather chuckled.

Soft.

Amused.

The sound cut through the room like a blade.

Because it didn’t match the moment.

Didn’t match the threat.

His microphone-

Still on.

“Oh, Robert…”

He said casually.

“…don’t tell me.”

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A pause.

Almost playful.

“Hasn’t your son told you?”

The room stilled.

Mr. Becker’s expression faltered-

Just slightly.

“That our alliance…”

Grandfather continued.

…was already ended.”

Silence.

Absolute.

“By us.”

The words landed clean.

Final.

Controlled.

“You should contact him.”

A faint smile.

“Just to confirm.”

A pause.

Then-

His gaze shifted.

“To you as well, Martin.”

The Vinni head stiffened.

“Best of luck out there.”

No anger.

No tension.

Just certainty.

And that-

Was far more devastating.

Because in that moment-

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They weren’t leaving.

They had already been removed.

Martin Vinni stepped forward.

“Adrian.”

His tone sharp.

“It’s time to leave.”

An order.

Adrian didn’t move.

Didn’t even look at him.

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