A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 282

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She looked up.

We’ll check.”

Relief immediately crossed her face.

Together we walked into my office next door.

Within minutes my computer screens came to life.

“What’s his name?”

She took a deep breath.

“Francis.”

She smiled faintly despite everything.

“Francis Owens.”

I typed the name into my system.

School records.

Family history.

Business connections.

Nothing unusual appeared at first.

“Heir to the Owens family.”

Iris nodded.

“I knew that.”

I kept reading.

Respected family.

Old money.

Several companies.

Strong reputation.

Still nothing.

Then…

One document appeared.

I opened it.

My smile disappeared.

“What?”

Iris asked quietly.

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I turned the monitor toward her.

He’s engaged.”

Silence.

“What?”

“There.”

I pointed at the legal registry.

“Francis Owens has a standing engagement.”

She stared at the screen.

“…to a Vinny.”

Neither of us spoke.

That alone was enough to raise every alarm bell in my head.

I opened another window.

Then another. 1

Finally…

Jackpot.

Private text messages.

Not with the girl.

With his parents.

I frowned as I began reading aloud.

“Have you asked Amber yet?”

Another message.

“The life lessons are your best opportunity.”

Another.

“See if she’ll explain how someone escapes an arranged engagement.”

Another.

“We accepted because we had no choice.”

“The Vinny family threatened to destroy us.”

I stopped reading.

The room became very quiet.

Iris looked devastated.

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“So…”

Her voice was bafely above a whisper.

“Francis wasn’t interested in me.”

I reached for her hand.

“No.”

“He probably was.”

She looked unconvinced. 1

“But…”

I sighed.

“He was also desperate.”

She lowered her head.

“I feel used.”

“You weren’t.”

“He still lied.”

I couldn’t argue with that.

Before I could answer, the office door opened.

Jason walked in carrying two cups of tea.

He immediately stopped.

His eyes moved between Iris’s expression…

My computer screen…

The engagement record…

Then the messages.

His expression hardened instantly.

“What happened?”

Neither of us answered quickly enough.

Jason walked closer.

Read the messages himself.

His jaw tightened.

Very slowly.

Dangerously slowly.

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“So.”

voice was catín.

Too calm.

“Where does Francis Owens live?”

I immediately stood.

“No.”

Jason looked at me.

“He lied to our daughter.”

“He’s seventeen.”

“He manipulated her.”

“He was manipulated first.”

Jason opened his mouth.

I stepped in front of him.

“He was engaged without his consent.”

“He was told to approach me because his parents are desperate.”

“He isn’t Alexander Vincent.”

“He

Jason remained silent.

I continued.

“He’s another victim.”

Iris nodded weakly.

“I think…”

She looked toward Jason.

“…he actually likes me.”