A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 225

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Moving on

Jason POV

Amber was unraveling.

Most people would trot notice it.

The doctors wouldn’t. The governor wouldn’t. The board members certainly wouldn’t.

To them, Amber looked composed.

Focused.

Efficient.

Productive.

I knew better.

I had seen Amber angry before.

At Oscar. At the White family. At the people who hurt Alice and Alex.

This was different.

This wasn’t anger.

This was grief wearing anger like armor.

Her grandfather was still fighting for his life three floors below us.

Machines were breathing with him.

Doctors were monitoring him around the clock.

And Amber…

Amber had decided the world would pay for it.

The first few hours after we entered the secure room had worried me.

Not because she was screaming.

Not because she was crying.

Because she wasn’t doing either.

She simply sat down.

Opened her laptop.

Opened her phone.

And began dismantling an empire.

I watched line after line of code scroll across her screen.

Watched her plant bugs, access points, back doors, and traps so sophisticated that most cybersecurity teams would never discover them.

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Every time a security layer fell, her expression remained unchanged.

Every time she gained access to another system, she simply moved to the next target.

Cold.

Methodical.

Terrifying.

By the time she finished, she had infiltrated more of the Vincent infrastructure than I thought was possible in a single night.

Then she started making calls.

At first, I assumed it was related to the investigation.

Or her company.

Or maybe the castle.

I was wrong.

Completely wrong.

“Yes, I need an assessment team.”

Pause.

“No, not next month.”

Another pause.

“Tomorrow.”

She hung up.

Immediately dialed another number.

“I want structural engineers.”

Pause.

“The best ones.”

Click.

Next call.

“Can you relocate fifty people for a six-month restoration project?”

Next call.

“Yes, I purchased a castle.”

The silence on the other side lasted so long that even I could hear it.

Amber sighed.

“Yes, an actual castle.”

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Click.

Next call.

And another.

And another.

And another.

Within two hours she had contacted architects, restoration specialists, construction companies, historical preservation experts, logistics coordinators, security consultants, landscapers, and apparently a medieval historian.

I wasn’t entirely sure why we needed a medieval historian.

When I asked, she looked offended. 1

“It’s a castle.”

As if that explained everything.

Apparently it did.

The calls continued.

Then she moved on to the children.

A video conference with the school administration.

Another with the principal.

Then a meeting with several educational consultants.

The governor had already arranged temporary permits for us to remain in the country.

Apparently Amber interpreted that as permission to reorganize her entire life.

I sat on the edge of the room’s couch while watching her work.

Hours passed.

At some point food arrived.

Neither of us touched it.

At another point one of my executives called.

I answered.

Handled three separate corporate emergencies.

Finished.

Amber was still on calls. 1

Still planning.

Still moving.

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Still building.

ke a woman trying to outrun grief.

Then came the call that finally made me realize what was happening.

A school administrator appeared on her screen.

“We can facilitate a transfer process for the children.”

Transfer?

I looked up immediately.

Amber nodded.

“Good.”

The administrator continued.

“We’ll need confirmation regarding your expected residency period.”

Residency period.

Something in my stomach tightened.

Amber didn’t hesitate.

Not even for a second.

“We are relocating.” 1

My brain immediately froze.

The administrator smiled politely.

“Wonderful. We will begin the paperwork immediately.”

The call ended.

I stared at her.

Amber opened another document.

Completely unconcerned.

“Amber.”

“Hmm?”

I waited.

Nothing.

She kept typing.

“Amber.”

This time she finally looked up.

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“What?”

Telinked.

“Did you just tell that woman we’re relocating?”

She looked confused.

“Yes.”

Like it was obvious.

I stared at her.

She stared back.

Then realization slowly appeared on her face.

“Oh.”

Oh?

OH?

“Jason.”

That tone worried me immediately.

Because it was the same tone Alice used before asking for something unreasonable.

“Jason,” she repeated carefully.

“No.”