A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 16

Madam Sun

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Madam Sun

High above them, the balcony doors remained slightly open.

Madam Sun stood in the shadows, one hand resting lightly against the carved stone railing.

She had not meant to watch.

And yet –

There they were.

Jason, bare-chested, having clearly abandoned formality the moment he stepped upstairs. No jacket. No heir. No armor.

Just her grandson.

Walking across the courtyard under the low amber lights.

And beside him—

Amber.

Not quite matching his stride.

Not quite steady in her belonging yet.

There was a hesitation in her posture. A subtle uncertainty in the way she glanced around the estate grounds. This house was not

hers. Not yet.

But she smiled at him.

Small. Real.

And Jason-who rarely allowed anyone to see beyond calculation-tilted slightly toward her as they walked, guiding her path with a hand at the small of her back. Not possessive.

Protective.

Madam Sun’s gaze sharpened.

He wasn’t performing.

There were no cameras in the courtyard at this hour. No family members lingering nearby. No political advantage to be gained from escorting his wife to through their property, acting more like teenagers than the adults they were, Jason has never behaved like this.

Barefoot on stone.

Unbothered.

Confident.

She noticed something else.

Amber did not cling.

She did not drape herself over him to assert territory.

She walked beside him.

Uncertain, yes

But upright

Madam Sun

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When she nearly missed a step along the lower terrace, Jason steadied her without comment. Amber huffed something-likely teasing him–and tre replied with a look that would have silenced most people.

She didn’t look silenced.

She looked amused.

Madam Sun’s lips curved.

A small smile.

Rare.

Interesting, she thought.

Very interesting.

Because what she saw was not scandal.

Not betrayal.

Not weakness.

She saw balance.

Jason’s intensity softened by Amber’s humanity.

Amber’s uncertainty steadied by Jason’s resolve.

Power, when properly matched, does not consume.

It fortifies.

As they reached the sleek black car parked beneath the lantern trees, Jason opened the trunk himself.

Amber protested-of course she did.

He ignored her- of course he did.

Madam Sun’s smile deepened by a fraction.

Yes.

Let them whisper.

Let them speculate.

Let them compare brothers and count past mistakes.

She had lived long enough to recognize something rare when she saw it.

Those two were not walking like a scandal.

They were walking like a decision.

And for the first time since the marriage announcement—

Madam Sun felt no need to interfere.

From the balcony, Madam Sun lifted her phone.

The camera zoomed slightly.

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Below, the courtyard lanternis cast warm gold across stone and shadow. Jason, shirtless, steady, guiding. Amber, uncertain but smiling at him as though she hadn’t yet decided whether to trust the ground beneath her feet.

Click.

The image froze them in that quiet moment.

A reminder.

Sometimes… things can go right.

She lowered the phone and turned.

“Ann Marie.”

Her assistant appeared almost instantly from the sitting room doorway.

“Yes, Madam.”

“I need to know everything there is to know about Amber Asher.” 1

A slight pause.

“I have the dossier the private investigator delivered,” Ann Marie replied carefully.

Madam Sun’s expression did not soften.

“I am certain it is not the full truth.”

Silence. 1

“You have until tomorrow morning.”

Her gaze sharpened just enough to cut.

“Do not fail me.”

“Yes, Madam.”

Without another word, Madam Sun dismissed her and began walking toward her private wing.

The estate was quiet at this hour. Controlled. Disciplined.

As she entered her bedroom, the lamps already dimmed to their preferred evening glow, she found Mr. Sun waiting.

He rose from his armchair, crossed the room, and greeted her with a familiar kiss to her temple.

“You were watching,” he observed.

“I was.”

He studied her face.

“What of the scandal?” he asked. “Nicole. The child. Alice.”

Madam Sun removed her earrings slowly, placing them on the marble vanity.

“Amber believes Nicole acted out of tear,” she replied calmly. “Not malice.” 1

Mr. Sun frowned.

“Fear of what?”

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His eyes narrowed slightly.

“And the girl?”

“Amber stayed with her,” Madam Sun said. “Long enough to forget her own luggage.”

That earned a faint shift in his posture.

He waited.

Madam Sun hesitated – just briefly – then added, almost casually:

“Jason married her.”

Silence. 1

Then-

“What?” Mr. Sun’s voice sharpened instantly. “Married?”

His temper rose with precision.

“I had an intended bride arranged. The Huang alliance would have strengthened our shipping interests in Singapore. Does he think this family is a playground?”

Madam Sun did not interrupt.

She let him pace.

Let him vent.

“He cannot simply-”

“Her name is Amber Asher,” she said evenly.