A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 151

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he call came sooner than expected.

Jason’s phone vibrated once, and he answered immediately.

“Scott.”

I watched his expression carefully as he listened. His face became still, focused, and dangerously calm.

After a brief pause, he said, “Understood.”

He ended the call and turned to me.

“Everything is ready.”

I nodded, feeling my focus sharpen instantly.

“Then we move.”

Jason agreed without hesitation.

We prepared quickly. We changed into black clothing, keeping our gear light and efficient. There was no room for excess or mistakes. This was not a full-scale operation. This was precision,

Two people.

In and out.

Jason checked his equipment while I reviewed the building layout one last time. Entry points, blind spots, heat signatures-everything was clear in my mind.

Three contained.

One moving.

A trap.

And we were walking into it anyway.

Jason stepped closer and adjusted something on my shoulder. His touch lingered just a second longer than

necessary.

“Stay close,” he said quietly.

I gave him a small smirk. “Try to keep up.”

For a brief moment, something softened in his expression.

Then the door opened.

I turned-and froze.

“Pamela?”

She stood there, already dressed in black, her arms crossed and her expression firm.

“You didn’t think you were doing this without me,” she said.

I exhaled slowly.

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“Pam…”

gaze didn’t soften. “You got kidnapped, rescued yourself, and now you’re walking into a trap. And you didn’t think to call me?”

“This isn’t the same,” I said calmly. “We’re going in quietly.”

“I can be quiet,” she replied immediately.

“I know you can,” I said. “That’s not the problem.”

Jason remained silent, watching, letting me handle it.

“We only planned for two people,” I continued. “Less movement. Less risk.”

Pamela’s jaw tightened.

“I’m not staying behind while you-”

“Pam,” I interrupted gently.

I stepped closer, lowering my voice slightly.

“I need you here.”

She paused, still tense, but listening.

“If something goes wrong,” I continued, “we need someone outside who understands everything. Someone who can react fast.”

I held her gaze.

“Someone I trust.”

Her expression shifted slightly.

She looked away for a moment, then exhaled.

“I hate this,” she muttered.

“I know.”

I turned toward Marcus.

“Marcus, keep her here.”

He looked up from his screens and smirked slightly.

“Babysitting duty?”

Pamela shot him a glare.

“I am not-”

“You’re backup,” I said calmly. “The most important one.”

That stopped her.

She understood.

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Marcus leaned back in his chair.

ve got you,” he said. “We’ll be your eyes.

Jason finally stepped forward.

“We move now.”

His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

I nodded.

And without looking back, we walked out together.

Jason didn’t take the main car.

Instead, he led me to the side of the property, where something sat under low light, almost blending into the

shadows.

At first, I didn’t fully register it.

Then I did.

A motorcycle.

Sleek.

Black.

Minimalist.

It looked less like a vehicle and more like a weapon.

I stepped closer, my eyes tracing the lines of it.

“It’s… silent,” I said.

Jason nodded. “Fully custom. No engine noise. Built for situations like this:”

Of course it was.

I ran my fingers lightly over the frame, unable to hide the small smile forming on my lips.

“I love it.”

Jason watched me for a second, something softer crossing his expression before it settled back into focus.

“Unique model,” he said. “There’s nothing else like it.”

That didn’t surprise me either.

He swung one leg over the bike with practiced ease, settling into place like it belonged to him.

Which it did.

He grabbed a helmet and handed it to me.

“I’ll ride,” he said. “You hold on.”

I took the helmet, putting it on as I stepped closer.

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Then I paused.

Athought crossing my mind.

“Teach me,” I said.

Jason raised a brow slightly.

“To ride,” I clarified. “I’ve always wanted to learn. I just… never had the time.” 4

There was a brief silence.

Then-

Jason chuckled.

Low.

Amused.

“Well,” he said, glancing at me, “there’s finally something I can teach you.”

I narrowed my eyes slightly, but the corner of my lips lifted.

“Don’t get used to it.”

He smirked.

“Hold on tight,” he said.

I climbed on behind him, my arms wrapping around his waist naturally.

The moment I did-

I felt it.

The shift.

The tension beneath his calm.

The focus.

Ready.

The bike started without a sound.

No roar.

No vibration.

Just movement.

We slipped into the night like we weren’t meant to be seen.

And as the city lights blurred around us-

My grip tightened slightly.

Not out of fear.

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Out of certainty.

Because wherever this led-

We were going together.

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We arrived at a Warehouse on the industrial side of the city, not far from the university campus.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

The kind of silence that didn’t feel natural.

It pressed in around the building, heavy and still, like even the night was holding its breath.

“There are no guards,” I murmured.

Jason didn’t answer immediately.

Because he saw it too.

That was the problem.

He slowed the motorcycle before reaching the warehouse and turned into a narrow alley two buildings down.

Out of sight.

Out of range.

Hidden.

He stopped the bike smoothly, the engine never making a sound.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

Then he removed his helmet.

I did the same.

We left them there.

No need to carry anything extra.

No need to leave a trace that mattered.