A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 176

More experienced.

why had twenty-two of them gone quietly?

Why no warning?

No struggle?

No signal before disappearing?

Unless-

They had not gone quietly at all.

I turned to Alex.

He was still seated beside me, feet not fully touching the floor, watching everything with unsettling attention.

“Alex.”

He looked up immediately.

“If you were trained to survive, escape, and gather information…”

I chose my words carefully.

“And someone tried to kidnap you…”

I leaned closer.

“How would you escape?”

He blinked once.

Then his whole face changed.

Not confusion.

Understanding.

“I wouldn’t.”

The room around us seemed to fade.

“I would want to learn what they want.”

Silence.

Several adults nearby stopped what they were doing.

Jason looked over instantly.

Alex shrugged as if it were obvious.

“If I escape too fast, I don’t learn anything.”

My breath caught.

Because in that moment, everything aligned.

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That was exactly what I had done when my granduncle took me from the party.

read played.

Observed.

Delayed.

Used every resouce i had to learn what was going on and used it to My advantage.

Learned the structure before striking.

And these teenagers-

These brilliant, trained teenagers-

may have done the same.

We had all been treating them as victims moved like cargo.

Regular children overpowered and hidden.

But they were not regular children.

They were intelligent operatives in training.

Strategic minds.

Young agents.

Maybe they had not failed to resist.

Maybe they had chosen infiltration.

Maybe the kidnapping had become their mission the moment it began.

I stood so quickly my chair rolled back.

“Jason.”

He was already walking toward us.

“We’ve been looking at this wrong,” I said.

I glanced at Alex, pride and awe mixing painfully in my chest.

“They may not need rescuing.”

A pause.

“They may already be working from the inside.”

Jason reached us just as the thought fully formed.

The pieces were moving too cleanly now to ignore.

Then another possibility struck me so hard I spoke before I had fully finished thinking.

“Or they may have already sent something to let us know what happened.”

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Jason’s eyes sharpened instantly.

signal.”

“Yes.”

I turned back to the screens.

My pulse had changed.

Faster.

Focused.

“Check their social media.”

Several analysts looked up.

I pointed directly at them.

“All platforms.”

Then I narrowed it further.

“TikTok first.”

That got reactions.

Confusion from some.

Recognition from others.

Alex looked impressed.

I continued quickly.

“If they were trained, they would know monitored channels are risky.”

I pulled up the missing teens profiles list.

“But they would also know the fastest way to hide a message…’

I tapped the screen.

“Is inside normal behavior.”

Dance videos.

Memes.

Short clips.

Comments.

Live streams.

Captions no adult would question.

Patterns hidden in trends.

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Coordinates in edits.

Numbers in hashtags.

Signals buried in noise.

Jason turned to the room.

Command voice.

Immediate.

“You heard her.”

People moved.

Fast.

“Cross-reference all known accounts.”

“Search posts after disappearance windows.”

“Look for deleted uploads, drafts, mirrors, reposts.

“Track comments from burner accounts.”

The operations floor erupted into motion again.

Alex tugged my sleeve.

“What would I use?”

I looked at him.

“What would you use?”

He thought for one second.

“A meme nobody old understands.”

I smiled.

“Exactly.”

Jason glanced between us and shook his head once.

Half disbelief.

Half admiration.

Minutes later, dozens of profiles filled the main screens.

Faces.

Videos.

Usernames.

Teenage chaos.

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Possible intelligence gold.

Netepped forward.

“Let’s see which one of them was trying to be found.”

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The room moved at full speed.

Screens filled with profiles, reposts, archived clips, private handles, tagged accounts, comment chains, and enough teenage chaos to drown an ordinary investigation.

Analysts scanned captions.

Teams reviewed upload times.

Others searched deleted media caches.

And still-

Nothing certain.

Too much noise.

Too many jokes.

Too many trends.

Too many ways for adults to miss what mattered.

Then Alex made a small sound beside me.