A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 240

Cause for alarm

Jason POV

The following hour dissolved into complete madness.

Administrators began discussing expansion.

Housing.

Transportation.

New faculty.

Additional security.

Families were already contacting the school.

Apparently several had expressed genuine interest in relocating.

Relocating.

Entire families.

For school.

My grandmother looked happier with every passing minute.

Then she casually revealed another surprise.

Scholarship agreements.

Across multiple universities.

Several countries.

Prestigious institutions.

All already negotiated.

All already approved.

All already funded.

The room stared.

“You did this already?”

Amber looked stunned.

My grandmother nodded.

“Years ago.”

Silence fell.

For the first time all day, nobody laughed.

Nobody joked.

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Nobody spoke.

Even Alice seemed curious.

Grandfather Sun looked at his wife.

And suddenly his expression softened.

“You were serious.”

My grandmother smiled.

A small smile.

A nostalgic one.

“Of course I was.”

Mr. Asher frowned.

“About what?”

My grandmother looked toward the large windows overlooking the school grounds.

Then she answered quietly.

“I always wanted to build a school.”

A pause.

“With my best friend.”

The room grew still.

Everyone understood immediately.

Mrs. Asher.

Amber’s grandmother.

The late Mrs. Asher.

My grandmother smiled sadly.

“We planned everything.”

Another pause.

“The curriculum.”

“The scholarships.”

“The facilities.”

“The programs.”

Years.

Decades.

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All of it.

Already prepared.

Already designed.

Already waiting.

Grandfather Sun squeezed her hand gently.

My grandmother laughed softly.

“I suppose I was just waiting for a reason.”

Then, as if she hadn’t already dropped enough surprises for one day, she looked at the administrators and added casually:

“Oh, and of course it will be a boarding school.”

The room froze.

Amber slowly turned toward her.

“Of course?”

My grandmother nodded.

“Not every family will wish to relocate.”

That actually made sense.

A dangerous amount of sense.

She smiled proudly.

“We have four residence halls already completed.”

I blinked.

Four?

When had that happened?

The administrators looked entirely unsurprised.

Which meant this had been planned for a while.

“A boys’ residence.”

“A girls’ residence.”

“A junior residence for younger students.”

“And a leadership residence for older students preparing for university.”

Mr. Asher stared.

“You built dormitories?”

“Naturally.”

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