A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 162

Scott looked between us.

“I figured you’d want to know immediately.”

I nodded slowly.

“You were right.”

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Because now we had a new question.

d somewhere in the dark-

Someone else had walked into that warehouse…

And walked back out.

Scott studied us for a moment beneath the streetlights.

Then his expression shifted, some of the tension leaving his face.

“You two look like hell,” he said bluntly.

I almost laughed.

Almost.

“That bad?” I asked.

“Worse,” he replied. “Which is why I’m making an executive decision.”

Jason gave him a look that suggested he already knew where this was going.

Scott jerked his thumb toward the street.

“Come have a drink.”

Jason raised a brow.

“At this hour?” “At

Scott smirked.

“It’s always the right hour at my place.”

I looked between them.

“Your place?”

Scott’s grin widened.

“My favorite bar.”

A beat.

“I own it.”

That made me blink.

Of course he did.

Jason exhaled quietly, somewhere between resignation and amusement.

“We’re not staying long,” he said.

“That’s what everyone says before the second round,” Scott replied.

Twenty minutes later, we stepped into a low-lit bar tucked into an older part of the city.

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It was warm, polished, and surprisingly elegant. Dark wood lined the walls, music played softly in the background, and the atmosphere felt private enough for secrets.

Not crowded.

Selective.

Scott pushed open the private side entrance and led us inside like he had done it a thousand times.

Which he probably had.

The moment we entered, several heads turned.

Not toward Scott.

Toward Jason.

I noticed it immediately.

The pause.

The double takes.

The way shoulders straightened.

The way conversations lowered.

Interesting.

Scott led us toward a long table near the back where several men and women were already seated.

Military bearing.

Sharp eyes.

Relaxed posture hiding readiness.

“My team,” Scott said.

They barely looked at him.

Their attention stayed fixed on Jason.

One of them stood so quickly his chair nearly tipped.

“Sir.”

Jason grimaced slightly.

“Don’t start.”

Another woman laughed under her breath.

Too late.”

I looked at Jason.

Then at the table.

Then back at Jason.

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“What exactly is happening?” I asked.

ott barked out a laugh and dropped into a chair.

“You didn’t tell her?”

Jason said nothing.

Which was answer enough.

Scott gestured broadly toward him.

“For us,” he said, “Jason isn’t just some contractor.”

A pause.

“He’s a legend.”

The table nodded like this was obvious.

I folded my arms slowly. 1

“A legend.”

Jason looked deeply unimpressed with the entire conversation.

One of the younger officers leaned forward.

“He completed missions people said were impossible.”

Another added, “He extracted teams no one could reach.”

A third shook his head.

“There are stories about him in training.”

I stared at Jason.

“You have training stories?”

Scott lifted his glass.

“They study him.”

Jason muttered something under his breath that sounded like regret.

I smiled.

Slowly.

Because suddenly, several things about him made much more sense.

The calm under pressure.

The impossible gadgets.

The way danger seemed to sharpen him instead of shake him.

He noticed me looking and narrowed his eyes slightly.

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“Don’t.”

That only made my smile widen.

I took the seat beside him.

“Oh no,” I said softly.

“This is the part where I ask questions.”

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New people around the table laughed.

Jason rubbed a hand over his face.

Scott looked delighted.

Before anyone else could speak, a woman seated across from me stood and walked around the table.

She was poised, athletic, and carried herself with the quiet confidence of someone who knew exactly what she could do.

She extended her hand.

“I’m Sierra.”

I took it.

“Amber.”

She smiled warmly.

Unlike the others, who seemed half in awe and half intimidated by Jason, Sierra looked completely at ease.

“I’m on Scott’s team,” she said as she sat beside me. “And I’ve worked with Jason before.”

There was familiarity in her tone, but no awkwardness, no hidden agenda.

Just respect.

And an immediate friendliness toward me that I appreciated more than I expected.

“Perfect,” I said. “Then you can answer my questions.”

Jason muttered something under his breath.

Scott laughed openly.

Sierra crossed one leg over the other and glanced at Jason with clear amusement.

“Where would you like me to start?”

I tilted my head.

“With the part where everyone in this room looks at him like he’s some kind of celebrity.”

That earned a few grins around the table.

Sierra did not hesitate.

“Because he is.”

I looked at Jason.

He looked away.

Sierra continued.

“Jason went through a special level of training that very few people are ever invited into. Most wash out. Some

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never finish.”

Her expression shifted slightly.

More serious now.

“He didn’t just finish. He broke records.”

The room grew quieter.

Even the people who had already heard the stories listened again.

“Most of the benchmark records are still under his name,” she said. “Speed. Accuracy. Tactical adaptation. Survival scenarios. Field extraction times.”

I raised a brow.

“All of them?”

Sierra smiled.

“Most.” 1

Jason reached for his drink like he wished it were stronger.

“He’s the mark to beat,” she added. “Every new class measures themselves against what he did.”

I turned toward him slowly.

“You’re homework.”

Several people laughed.

Jason did not.

Sierra leaned closer, lowering her voice just enough to make it more entertaining.

“He also has the highest mission completion rate on record.”

That surprised me less than it should have.

Of course he did.

“He finishes what he starts,” I said quietly.