A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 172

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Jason POV With complete trust.

Jason POV

I watched Amber kneel beside Alex and speak to him as if the rest of the room had disappeared.

Calm.

Focused.

Certain.

And Alex responded to her the same way he always did when something truly mattered-with complete trust.

It should not have surprised me.

But it did.

I was amazed by the connection between them.

Not because it existed.

Because I had failed to fully see it before now.

Somewhere between survival, marriage, business wars, kidnappings, and everything else, something important had been growing in front of me.

Quietly.

Naturally.

And I had underestimated its depth.

Alex did not just like Amber.

He relied on her.

Looked for her first.

Listened to her instinctively.

Claimed her without hesitation.

Mom Amber.

The words still echoed in my head.

I had always known Alex was intelligent.

Curious.

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But not to this extent.

Not enough to trace a missing girl, preserve location data, and bring it directly to the person most likely to solve it.

And if Alex was right—

If Alice was on the same level in her own way-

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Then I had been underestimating both children.

at realization Sat uncomfortably inside me.

I crossed the room and took Alex’s hand.

He squeezed back immediately.

Then I leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Amber’s forehead.

“After this,” I whispered against her skin, “we need to talk.”

She looked up at me.

And the instant flash of alarm in her eyes was so honest it almost made me laugh.

Almost.

I straightened and turned to John Stait.

“Do not forget our deal.”

He arched a brow.

“The military announces Amber was already working with you.”

No room for ambiguity.

No room for Martin Vinny to claim her publicly.

John nodded once.

“We’re already pushing it through social media channels.”

Good.

Fast enough to matter.

Then another thought hit me.

I looked toward the windows.

Toward the grounds outside.

Toward the house Alex had named and everyone now used without question.

“Call transport away from here,” I said.

John’s expression sharpened.

He understood immediately.

“Amber went to great lengths to keep it hidden that she owns this place.”

No military convoy was parking outside her gates.

No official vehicles were drawing maps for our enemies.

John made another call without argument.

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Minutes later, we moved

fanfare.

No visible escort.

No attention.

We took my car.

Amber beside me.

Alex in the back.

And followed John Stait’s vehicle at a controlled distance through the city.

Toward the base.

Toward the next fight.

This time-

As a family.

We reached the military base just after sunset.

Layers of fencing.

Controlled checkpoints.

Armed guards.

Multiple camera grids.

The kind of place designed to make certainty feel permanent.

Our progress stopped almost immediately at the entrance.

Not because of Amber.

Not because of me.

Because of Alex.

He sat in the back seat looking mildly offended while two guards and one administrator tried to process the fact that a six-year-old had been invited onto an active base with no identification.

Which, to be fair, sounded absurd when said out loud.

John Stait handled most of it with visible impatience.

Calls were made.

Names confirmed.

Temporary clearance issued.

Additional signatures demanded.

Then waived.

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Eventually, the gate opened.

We were waved through.

The moment we entered the inner perimeter, Amber turned slightly in her seat to look at Alex.

“What was wrong with the security entrance?”

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No confusion.

Alex answered instantly.

“There’s a blind spot to the right of the car lane.”

He pointed casually through the window.

“The camera overlap misses it for about three seconds when vehicles stop too close together.”

Silence filled the car.

I had noticed it too.

Of course I had.

The delayed angle shift.

The dead zone created by overlapping hardware.

The hesitation window at vehicle stop points.

That was expected.

I was an adult.

Trained.

Experienced.

Built for noticing vulnerabilities.

Alex was a child.

My child-

but a child all the same.

And he had seen it just as quickly.

Maybe faster.

I looked at him in the rearview mirror.

He looked completely normal.

As if every child casually audited military security systems on arrival.

Then the second realization landed.

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