A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 24

Regret

My grandfather sighed.

It wasn’t irritation.

It was pain.

Regret.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he said quietly. “Truly sorry.”

Then he turned to Alex.

“You may stay here whenever you wish. You are welcome at any time. Everyone in this house will believe you – I will make sure

of it.”

His voice hardened slightly.

“You will be safe.”

Something shifted in the room at that declaration.

Then his gaze returned to me.

“Amber, can we speak?”

Jason subtly moved, as if ready to intervene, but I gave a small shake of my head.

It was time.

“Yes,” I said evenly. “I think it’s about time.”

The walk to his study felt longer than it should have.

I could see the butler and Mrs. Rin watching from the staircase, their expressions carefully neutral but their eyes heavy with

curiosity and concern.

The moment the study door closed behind us, my grandfather pulled me into his arms.

For a second, I froze.

Then I felt it.

His shoulders shaking.

Tears.

“I’m sorry I failed you,” he said against my hair. “More than once. But that ends now.”

I swallowed.

He pulled back just enough to look at me.

“It is time you take your place as my heir. Officially. If nothing else, it will give you the backing you should have always had.”

The words were heavy.

Not just an apology.

A correction

Thugged him back, slower this time.

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“I appreciate the support,” I said carefully. “And I will gladly make it public.”

I met his eyes steadily.

“After I retrieve my properties.

“And when will that be?” my grandfather asked immediately.

His tone had changed. No longer regretful.

Focused.

“Do you need lawyers? Public backing? Government support?” he continued. “You ask, and I with make it happen.

I held his gaze.

“You made a fine choice with Jason Sun,” he added after a moment. “I approver

The weight of that approval was not small.

For my grandfather to say that meant Jason had made an impression – a significant one.

“Tomorrow,” I said calmly. “Tomorrow I will go with Jason to the company. They have a shareholders’ meeting scheduled.”

I paused deliberately.

“With Marcus Hess.” 1

His eyes sharpened.

“And how do you know Marcus Hess?”

A faint smile curved my lips.

“Funnily enough,” I replied, “he’s Jason’s best friend.”

Silence settled between us again – but this time it wasn’t heavy.

It was calculating.

My grandfather leaned back slightly, reassessing.

“So this is coordinated.”

“It’s strategic,” I corrected gently.

His expression shifted not displeased.

Impressed.

My grandfather took a slow, measured breath.

“Amber, child… what exactly happened with Oscar?”

I folded my arms loosely, more to steady myself than to defend.

“He took me for granted,” I said quietly. “At least, that’s how it feels.”

The words tasted bitter but clean.

“He decided to chase someone who made him feel necessary. My assistant Amelie. He was the one who hired her. So I believe they met before that.”

Retro

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My grandfather’s jaw tightened visibly.

Across the room, Jason’s gaze found mine-sharp, protective, silently asking if needed him to step in.

I gave the smallest shake of my head.

I had this.

Grandfather’s voice lowered.

“You know,” he said carefully, “Oscar knew I was remodeling your space.”

My brows drew together.

“I believe he assumed I meant your parents’ house. That was when I realized… you had not told him the truth.”

The truth.

“He thought you were simply part of the Asher family,” my grandfather continued. “But not the main line, didn’t he?”

I let out a quiet breath.

“He never asked.”

I met his eyes steadily.

“Everyone knows you act as a grandfather to the second and third branches. You attend their ceremonies. You sponsor their ventures.”

I paused.

“When I introduced you as my grandfather, he smiled politely.”

Nothing more.

No curiosity.

No calculation.

No verification.

My grandfather’s expression shifted

not just anger.

Disappointment.

“He assumed,” he murmured.

“Yes,” I replied. “He assumed.”

And in this world, assumption was negligence.

“And you never corrected him?” my grandfather asked. 1

“I didn’t,” I admitted.

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