A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 164

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“I believe if it were not for her, Jason would have been completely overrun by women during his time in the

any”

The silence that followed was exquisite.

Then John Stait threw his head back and laughed.

Loudly.

Genuinely.

Even louder than before.

Jason said nothing.

Which, in this case, was wise.

John looked at Jason with open amusement.

“She has teeth,” he said approvingly.

I folded my hands lightly in front of me.

“I find they are useful.”

Scott finally lost the battle and laughed into his glass.

Several members of the team followed.

Even Sierra was smiling openly now.

John Stait nodded once, still amused.

“No wonder you finally married.”

I glanced at Jason.

He was looking at me now.

Not embarrassed.

Not annoyed.

Something warmer.

Something far more dangerous.

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Staying alive

laughter around the table slowly faded, though the warmth of it remained.

Even after everything that had happened that night, the room felt lighter now.

Less like a battlefield.

More like something dangerously close to normal.

John Stait remained standing beside the table, one hand resting on the back of an empty chair.

His sharp eyes moved between Jason and me with clear interest.

“I hear the two of you had an adventure tonight.”

The word adventure was doing an incredible amount of work.

Jason exhaled quietly, already knowing this was not a man who accepted vague answers.

Still, he kept it brief.

“We were lured to a warehouse,” he said. “Amber was trapped inside. There were hostages, surveillance systems, and multiple explosives placed across several estates.’

John’s expression sharpened.

“Emilian Becker was behind it,” Jason continued. “We neutralized the situation.”

Again-

brief.

Controlled.

Suspiciously incomplete.

John Stait looked unimpressed by the summary.

Then his gaze shifted to me.

“And where exactly did Amber fit into this neutralization?”

Jason answered without hesitation.

“She deactivated the bombs.”

Silence.

Not the heavy silence of conflict.

The attentive silence of interest.

John straightened slowly.

“All of them?”

Jason nodded once.

“Across four properties.”

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That changed the room.

Even the people who already knew some version of the story looked at me again, as though reevaluating old information with new weight.

John Stait’s expression became intent.

Focused.

“She identified the devices remotely?” he asked.

“Yes,” Jason said.

“She accessed the system, found the placements, and shut them down before detonation.”

John looked at me fully now.

No amusement.

No social charm.

Just sharp professional curiosity.

“That is not a common skill set.”

I lifted one shoulder lightly.

“Neither was planting them.”

A slow smile touched his mouth.

“Fair answer.”

He pulled out the empty chair and sat down beside us instead of leaving.

That alone told everyone at the table something had changed.

“I think,” he said calmly, “I would like to hear the longer version of this story.”

I told him the story.

Not every detail.

Not the parts that belonged only to Jason and me.

But enough.

I explained the warehouse, the games, the hidden cameras, the bombs, and the system Emilian had built around

obsession and control.

Then I said the part that mattered most plainly.

“Emilian Becker was my stalker.”

The table went quiet again.

No one interrupted.

No one made light of it.

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Even Scott’s usual amusement disappeared.

ontinued, explaining the years of surveillance, the recordings, the hidden files, the way he had turned my life into a collection.

When I finished, John Stait sat back slowly, studying both of us.

Then he looked at Jason.

“Is this the woman you told them about?”

Jason’s expression changed instantly.

A fraction tighter.

More guarded.

“The one you said could have accessed military servers without getting caught?”

I turned my head very slowly toward Jason.

Annoyed was too small a word for what I felt.

He noticed.

Of course he noticed.

“That is not what I said,” Jason replied smoothly.

It was the voice of a man lying with experience.

Scott looked down into his drink.

Sierra suddenly found the table fascinating.

Neither of them wanted to be involved.

Which told me everything.

John Stait ignored Jason completely and turned to me.

His tone became direct.

Professional.

No games now.

“Amber.”

He held my gaze.

“Were you the one who took a look at the special servers?”

The room stilled.

Every sound in the bar seemed to fall away.

I looked at Jason once.

He was already preparing damage control.

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That alone was entertaining.

Then I looked back at John Stait.

I smiled.

Small.

Careful.

Unreadable.

“That depends,” I said calmly.

“On whether we are discussing a crime… or an achievement.”

For one suspended second, the entire table waited.

Then John Stait laughed.

Not politely.

Not quietly.

A full, genuine laugh that drew glances from across the room.

“I like her,” he said, pointing lightly in my direction.

Scott shook his head as if none of this surprised him anymore.

Jason looked like a man reconsidering every life choice that had brought him here.

John leaned back in his chair, still smiling.

“No, Amber. We are not discussing a crime.”

A pause.

“We are discussing a potential job offer.”

That earned several reactions at once.

Scott raised a brow.