A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 286

“I want you to arrange a press conference.”

rowned.

“Á

“A press conference?”

“Yes.”

“The world deserves the truth.”

Another pause.

“And more importantly…”

“My granddaughter deserves the truth.”

He took a slow breath.

“It is time everyone knows that Iris Stanley is my heir.”

I looked at Iris again.

She had spent so much of her life believing she belonged nowhere.

Now the entire world was about to learn exactly where she belonged.

And somehow…

I had the feeling Alexander Vincent had just made another mistake.

Because instead of isolating Iris…

He had given her family a reason to stand beside her publicly.

And this time…

None of us intended to hide.

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Stanley succession

Amber POV

Mr. Stanley arrived in Sum that very same night.

Despite his age, despite the long flight, despite everything that had happened over the last twenty-four hours he. refused to rest.

The moment his car stopped in front of Ember Castle, Iris was already running down the front steps.

“Grandpa!”

She practically threw herself into his arms.

Mr. Stanley caught her effortlessly, holding her as tightly as he could.

“My little girl…”

His voice broke.

For several long moments neither of them spoke.

I simply stood beside Jason, watching.

Iris buried her face against his shoulder while Mr. Stanley stroked her hair just as any grandfather would.

Both of them were crying.

Not loud sobs.

Just silent tears born from years of separation.

Jason quietly slipped his hand into mine.

“They deserve this,” he whispered.

I nodded.

“They do.”

Eventually the emotions settled enough for everyone to move inside.

The reunion was over.

Now came the difficult part.

The strategy.

Within half an hour, the adults had gathered around the conference table in the castle library.

Mr. and Mrs. Sun.

Grandfather Asher.

Mr. Stanley.

Jason.

And me.

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Maps, tablets, legal documents, and media reports covered the table.

Grandfather Asher broke the silence.

“We have one opportunity to control the narrative.”

Mr. Stanley nodded.

“If we hesitate, Alexander Vincent will write the story for us.”

None of us wanted that.

We spent hours discussing every possibility.

Every question the media might ask.

Every weakness the Vincents might exploit.

By midnight we finally agreed on the official version.

The truth…

Or at least the part of it the world needed to know.

According to our statement, Iris had been found years earlier living in the countryside of Sum.

A kind elderly woman had discovered her wandering alone with no memory of who she was.

The woman had taken her in, cared for her as her own granddaughter, and repeatedly reported the little girl to the local authorities.

Unfortunately, because everyone believed Iris Stanley had died in the same accident that claimed her parents’ lives, no one ever connected the missing child in another country to the Stanley heiress.

Years passed.

The elderly woman eventually became ill.

Knowing she would not survive much longer, she asked Jason and me to adopt Iris and give her the future she could no longer provide.

After her passing, routine medical examinations and DNA testing unexpectedly revealed Iris’s true identity.

The moment the results were confirmed, we contacted Mr. Stanley.

He had immediately recognized his granddaughter.

However, considering Iris was still a minor and had already endured enough trauma, he asked us to continue raising her while he remained a constant presence in her life.

He would visit often.

She would inherit the Stanley family.

And when the time came, she would choose her own future.

One point was never debated.

Mr. Stanley looked directly at us.

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“She keeps her name.”

miled.

“Of course.”

“She will always be Iris Stanley.”

Jason nodded.

“Being our daughter doesn’t erase where she came from.”

Mr. Stanley smiled gratefully.

“No.”

“It doesn’t.”

The meeting continued until nearly four in the morning.

Mrs. Sun handled media logistics.

Grandfather Asher coordinated security.

Jason prepared cyber security in case the Vincents attempted another attack during the conference.

I prepared the official statement.

By sunrise, every detail had been finalized.

The press conference took place in the castle gardens the following morning

News vans stretched far beyond the entrance gates.

Satellite trucks lined the road.

Journalists from across the continent crowded behind the barriers.

The atmosphere changed completely the moment Mr. Stanley stepped onto the stage beside Jason and me.

A wave of murmurs swept through the crowd.

Then chaos.

“Cameras this way!”

“It’s really Mr. Stanley!”

“When did he arrive in Sum?”

“Is Iris really alive?”

Flashes illuminated the entire garden.

Mr. Stanley calmly stepped toward the podium.

His posture remained straight despite his age.

When the questions began, they came all at once.

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