A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 184

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They moved directly to Lucas Bowman and began unloading files onto the prosecution table.

Binders.

Printed records.

Photographs.

Device logs.

Financial trails.

Chain-of-custody forms.

More than one attorney nearby stood to get a better look.

Lucas stared at the mountain of evidence like a man witnessing divine intervention.

Then looked at Amber.

“What is all this?”

Amber adjusted one cuff and finally glanced toward the Becker table.

Her smile was elegant.

Merciless.

“The truth,” she said.

Then she sat beside me as if she had merely arrived for lunch.

The two women who had entered with Amber did not remain at the prosecution table.

After delivering the files, they crossed the courtroom and took seats beside her with the calm assurance of people who belonged exactly where they were.

That drew a new wave of whispers.

I looked at Amber.

She looked entirely too pleased with herself.

Then she turned to me as if this were a perfectly ordinary morning.

“Jason,” she said smoothly, “meet Elora and Nancy Castro.”

She gestured first to the woman on her left, then the one on her right.

Both composed.

Sharp-eyed.

Unimpressed by the room around them.

“They are the judge’s assistants.”

For the first time that morning, I was genuinely surprised.

I glanced at the files now spread across the prosecution table.

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Then back at Amber.

The evidence has already been reviewed and accepted,” she continued.

My tension eased by a fraction.

Only a fraction.

“The judge should arrive shortly to announce it.”

Across the room, the Becker family’s confidence visibly cracked.

One attorney began whispering urgently to another.

Martin Vinny stopped pretending disinterest.

Lucas Bowman looked like he might collapse from relief.

I turned back to Amber.

“You disappeared,” I said quietly.

She tilted her head.

“I was busy saving the case.”

I should have been annoyed.

Instead, I felt something dangerously close to admiration.

Again.

I leaned closer so only she could hear me.

“One day,” I murmured, “you are going to run out of ways to surprise me.”

Amber smiled without looking at me.

“No,” she said softly.

“I’m really not.”

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Treason

Amber POV

The courtroom doors opened again.

This time, no one whispered.

No one moved.

The entire room seemed to understand instinctively that whatever entered next would change everything.

The judge stepped inside.

He was not alone.

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Several high-ranking military officials accompanied him, their uniforms immaculate, their expressions unreadable.

The atmosphere shifted so sharply it felt like the air itself had tightened.

As he passed our row, the judge glanced at me and gave the smallest nod.

Recognition.

Confirmation.

Then he continued toward the bench.

Behind me, chairs creaked.

Someone from the Becker table stood halfway before sitting again.

The Vinny family had gone completely still.

Even Jason, beside me, grew quieter.

The judge took his place.

Set down the file before him.

Looked across the packed courtroom.

Then removed his glasses with deliberate calm.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.”

His voice carried easily through the room.

Measured.

Final.

“I am afraid this case will no longer be reviewed by me and this jury.”

Shock rippled instantly.

Lawyers began speaking over one another.

Reporters reached for phones.

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The judge raised one hand.

Silence returned.

“The charges have been amended.”

He opened the new file

“Treason.”

A stunned pause.

“And terrorist attack charges.”

The Becker family’s attorney went pale.

One of the Beckers cursed under his breath.

Across the room, Martin Vinny’s expression hardened into something far more careful than confidence.

“As such,” the judge continued, “this matter will no longer proceed as an open trial.”

Every word fell like a door closing.

“It is now under restricted authority.”

He looked briefly toward the military officials standing at the rear of the courtroom.

“The military and intelligence divisions will be assuming control effective immediately.”

The room erupted.

Shouts.

Objections.

Questions.

Fear.

I stayed seated.

Hands folded in my lap.

Breathing steady.

Beside me, Jason slowly smiled.

Coldly.

Beautifully.

The Beckers had wanted a game.

Now they had one.

Mr. Becker stood abruptly.

Face red.

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Voice shaking with outrage.

This is a plot!”

He pointed wildly across the room.

“A conspiracy by the Sun and Asher families to bring down my house because they are low on funds!”

The accusation was so desperate I actually laughed.