A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 177

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I crouched and took his face in my hands.

You brilliant boy.”

Then I stood and turned back to the screens.

My voice came ouf cold and clear.

“They’re alive.”

I pointed to the second panel.

To the ring.

To the background details no one else had yet noticed.

“And now we find where that arena is.”

To my complete lack of surprise, Jason rewarded Alex immediately.

He reached into his wallet, pulled out a sleek black card, and handed it to him like a ceremonial medal.

“Here you go,” he said.

“Your reward.”

Alex gasped.

Held it with both hands.

Reverently.

It was a credit card.

Of course it was.

I just shook my head.

Only Jason would respond to elite investigative work by financially empowering a six-year-old.

Alex looked at me.

“Can I buy a robot?”

“We’ll discuss supervised spending later,” I said.

Jason did not waste another second.

He turned toward me, caught my face in one hand, and kissed me hard enough to steal the air from my lungs.

The room around us vanished for one brief moment.

Then he pulled back and sat down beside me as if nothing unusual had happened.

“Well,” he said smoothly, already reaching for the keyboard.

“Guess it’s my turn, isn’t it?”

I was still recovering.

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He knew it.

Which made it worse.

Jason’s fingers moved across the secure terminal.

Fast.

Precise.

Relentless.

“I just got intel,” he said.

The main screens shifted as he cross-referenced hidden files, property registries, sealed investigations, and black -market activity reports through the secured network.

He enlarged the image of the underground fighting ring.

Compared structural beams.

Lighting rigs.

Entry tunnels.

Historic raid photos.

Financial shells.

Then he went still.

There it was.

“This arena,” he said quietly, “is apparently one of the Becker family’s underground businesses.”

A cold silence spread through the room.

He tapped another file.

Ownership hidden through proxies.

Operations moved through dead companies.

Security paid through offshore accounts.

“The side of the empire they kept off the books.”

His jaw hardened.

“The side Emilian managed.”

Everything sharpened instantly.

The kidnappings.

The ring.

The container.

The hidden routes.

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Emilian might be gone.

But his network was not.

I leaned closer to the screen.

“Can we trace current access?”

Jason’s eyes gleamed.

Dangerous.

Certain.

“Oh,” he said.

“We’re about to.”

Jason POV

Everything was connected.

Too connected to be coincidence.

Emilian.

The Becker family.

Their underground businesses.

The fighting ring.

The shell accounts.

The container route.

The missing teenagers.

The money offered to trigger an international war.

It formed a structure.

Layered.

Intentional.

Built over time.

And that was exactly what bothered me.

Because even with all of it laid out in front of me-

Something was missing.

I leaned back slightly and let the data roll across the screens.

Transactions.

Family ties.

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Historic partnerships.

Shared legal counsel.

Political donations.

Closed investigations.

Buried disputes.

The Beckers were involved.

That much was obvious.

But they were never sophisticated enough to move something this large alone.

Not quietly.

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Not while keeping pressure off themselves for so long.

Which meant someone else had strengthened the machine.

Funded it.

Protected it.

Directed parts of it from the shadows.

There was no world in which the Vinny family was not connected somehow.1

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