A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 198

Every single one

When I stepped back, Iris was watching us quietly.

There was longing in her expression. Careful and hidden, but unmistakable.

My heart twisted.

Because Iris had never truly had that.

Not safety.

Not unconditional love.

Not someone who chose her before the world demanded proof she deserved it.

Then Iris spoke again.

Softly. Firmly.

“I want to help.”

Jason frowned immediately.

“Iris-”

“No.” She lifted her chin. “I’m serious.”

There was steel beneath her calm now.

know things.”

She looked around the room, at all the adults trying to build strategies from fragments.

“I know how they move people. How they classify them. Which children disappear first.”

A pause. 1

“And I know there are more.”

The room went silent.

“Many more.”

Emory’s expression hardened.

“You think there are additional locations?”

“I know there are,” Iris corrected quietly. “The Beckers only handled part of it.”

My blood ran cold.

“How many?” Mr. Stait asked carefully.

Iris hesitated.

Then whispered-

“Enough that they stopped counting us as children.”

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No one spoke after that.

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Because some horrors were too large for immediate words. 1

But Iris looked around the toom again, shoulders straightening despite the tremor in her hands.

“They survived what I survived,” she said quietly. “Some of them worse.”

A pause.

“And no one came for them.”

The words hit harder than any accusation.

Iris inhaled slowly.

“But now we know.”

Something changed in her expression then.

Not innocence lost. That had happened long ago.

This was purpose.

Cold. Bright. Unshakable.

“I won’t let them stay there,” she said.

The room held still around her.

“They deserve names.

A breath.

“They deserve lives.”

Another.

“And I’m going to help free every single one of them.”

The room remained silent long after Iris finished speaking.

No one rushed to answer her. 1

No one dismissed her determination as childish idealism.

Because every person in that office understood the same thing-

Iris had survived something that should have destroyed her.

And instead of breaking, she had chosen purpose.

Mr. Stait was the one who finally moved.

He exhaled slowly, rubbed a hand over his face, then straightened with the weary posture of a man forced to carry truths no one should have to say aloud.

His gaze shifted first to Mr. Sun.

Then to my grandfather.

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And finally to Mr. Stuart, who had returned to the room moments earlier, looking composed only through sheer force of will.

“There is something all three of you need to understand,” Mr. Stait said quietly.

The atmosphere changed immediately.

This was no longer theory.

No longer speculation.

“We already suspected the deaths of your children may have been connected to the Beckers and the Vinnys.”

The words landed heavily.

Mr. Stuart went pale again.

My grandfather’s jaw tightened.

Mr. Sun remained perfectly still, which somehow made him look more dangerous than either of them.

“But now…”

Mr. Stait glanced briefly toward Iris.

“Thanks to what Iris has shared with us…”

A pause. 1

“We can also consider the Vincent family involved.”

Silence swallowed the room whole.

The Vincents.

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A rival nation.

And suddenly every suspicious death, every missing heir, every broken child stretched beyond the borders of our own country.

Mr. Stuart was the first to react.

“No.”

The word came out strangled.

Disbelieving.

“They died in a car accident.”

But even he sounded uncertain now.

“My son and daughter-in-law were found after their vehicle lost control on a mountain road,” he continued, almost desperately. “The investigation concluded mechanical failure.”

“Investigations conclude whatever people are paid to conclude,” Emory said coldly.

Mr. Stuart flinched as though struck.

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