A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 148

For motive.

Meanwhile-

I pulled up the building we had identified.

The so-called ghost property.

I zoomed into the layout.

Floor plans.

Structural modifications.

Entry points.

Emergency exits.

Ventilation shafts.

I overlaid nearby streets.

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Traffic patterns.

Camera placements.

Escape routes.

“This isn’t just a hideout,” I murmured.

Jason glanced at me.

“What do you see?”

I zoomed into a section of the building.

“Reinforced walls here… and here.”

Another layer appeared.

“Limited external access.”

Then-

A pause.

I leaned closer.

“This area…”

Jason stood and moved beside me.

“What?”

I highlighted the section.

“No windows.”

His expression darkened.

“Containment.”

I nodded slowly.

“This place was designed for control.”

Jason’s phone vibrated.

He picked it up immediately.

“Marcus.”

He didn’t put it on speaker this time.

Just listened.

Then-

His expression changed.

Sharp.

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Focused.

Send it,” he said.

A second later, his tablet lit up with a video file.

Jason opened it.

I stepped closer.

A robotics competition.

Younger.

Crowded room.

Students.

Judges.

Energy.

And then-

I saw him.

Emilian.

Younger.

But unmistakable.

Standing beside a partially assembled robot.

His hands moved quickly, adjusting components mid-competition.

Efficient.

Precise.

Controlled.

But that wasn’t what made my breath catch.

It was his eyes.

He wasn’t looking at the robot.

He was looking-

At me.

On the screen, a younger version of me moved between stations, focused on my own project.

Unaware.

But he wasn’t.

He never looked away.

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Jason’s voice was low. “He’s not even watching his own build.”

Nidn’t answer.

Because I was too focused on what came next.

The results were announced.

Second place.

Emilian.

For a moment-

He didn’t react.

Then-

Everything snapped.

He grabbed the robot. 1

And smashed it.

Once.

Twice.

Again-

Metal bending.

Pieces breaking.

The room froze around him.

But he didn’t care.

His breathing was uneven.

His hands shaking-

Not from weakness.

From fury.

Jason paused the video.

Silence filled the room.

“He lost control,” Jason said.

I shook my head slowly.

“No.”

Jason looked at me.

“That wasn’t loss of control,” I said quietly.

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“That was the result of control failing.”

Jason’s expression darkened.

I looked back at the frozen image.