A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 217

Eventually, after several minutes of arguing, Jason sat on one of the supply crates while I carefully cleaned the Wound myself.

Fortunately-

And I nearly cried from relief when I realized it-

The bullet had only grazed his forearm.

It looked ugly.

Painful.

Bleeding more than I liked.

But not life-threatening.

Jason watched me fuss over him with suspicious amusement while I disinfected the wound.

“You’re glaring at the bandages,” he observed quietly.

“Because I’m angry.”

“At me?”

“At bullets.”

That actually made him laugh softly.

I wrapped the clean bandage around his arm carefully while trying very hard not to imagine what would have happened if the bullet had landed inches differently.

The shooters, fortunately, were caught almost immediately.

And surprisingly-

They had nothing to do with the Vincent family.

Former miners.

Recently fired.

Desperate men whose families had lost their only stable source of income after parts of the mining operations slowed down months earlier.

The governor looked mortified while explaining everything to my grandfather.

“It appears they believed the investors were responsible for the layoffs,” he explained grimly. “They intended to scare everyone away from the project.”

Jason only nodded calmly while flexing his newly bandaged arm.

“Poorly executed strategy,” he muttered.

Despite everything, the inspection continued afterward.

Partially because my grandfather refused to leave.

And partially because Jason was apparently incapable of acting like a normal injured person.

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The mines themselves stretched deep into the mountainside, old stone tunnels reinforced by newer structures added over decades.

The farther we walked inside, the colder the air became.

I was only half paying attention to the foreman explaining excavation routes when something caught my eye.

A small purple glimmer hidden between layers of dark stone.

I stopped walking immediately.

“What is that?”

The foreman followed my gaze before suddenly laughing loudly.

“Well,” he announced dramatically, “of course the only woman in the group would find it.”

Several workers nearby chuckled immediately.

I frowned slightly.

“Find what?”

The foreman stepped closer before carefully helping loosen the shining stone from the rock wall using one of the smaller mining tools.

“Young lady,” he said proudly, “according to local legends, the rare purple mineral only reveals itself before women.”

My grandfather looked intrigued immediately.

Jason too.

The foreman finally freed the crystal entirely and placed it carefully in my hand.

I gasped.

Because it was not a mineral.

It was alexandrite.

A massive piece of raw alexandrite.

Wordlessly, I handed it to Jason.

His own eyes widened slightly the moment he recognized it too.

Alexandrite that size…

Untouched…

Naturally hidden inside a supposedly “worthless” mine?

No wonder the land price made no sense.

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