A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 30

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she still controlled everything

They called her in.

No delay.

No warning.

The door opened ten minutes later.

Amelie walked in looking immaculate – refreshed, polished, perfectly styled. Not a trace of nerves in her posture.

At least not until her eyes landed on me.

For a fraction of a second, the color drained from her face.

Then she recovered.

Too quickly.

She was instructed to sit.

She did.

Claudia – one of the sharpest members of the board and not known for wasting time – leaned forward immediately.

Without introduction.

Without courtesy.

She pressed a button.

The recording filled the room again.

Amelie’s voice echoed off the walls.

“Yes, Oscar has my full verbal authorization to proceed.”

The playback ended.

Claudia folded her hands calmly.

“Why,” she asked evenly, “did you make that call?”

Amelie didn’t look at me.

She looked at Oscar.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Didn’t save her.

She swallowed.

“Oscar gave the order,” she said.

The room shifted.

“He told me to call at that exact time. To say those words.”

Claudia didn’t blink. “And why would you impersonate Miss Asher?”

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Amelie finally looked at me.

There was something ugly behind her gaze now.

Resentment.

“He said those properties belonged to him,” she said. “That Amber took them for herself when they broke off their engagement.” 2

A faint murmur moved through the room.

“She was being petty,” Amelie continued, her tone gaining sharpness. “She refused to transfer what was rightfully his. So he said we were correcting an injustice.”

I felt Jason stiffen beside me.

I didn’t.

I remained still.

“Correcting an injustice,” Claudia repeated coolly. “By committing fraud?”

Amelie’s composure cracked slightly.

“Oscar said it was temporary. That once the paperwork was processed, it wouldn’t matter.”

Marcus stepped in smoothly.

“And you believed that assets legally registered under Miss Asher’s name – purchased with her capital – belonged to Mr. White?”

Amelie hesitated.

“They were engaged,” she said weakly.

Engaged. 1

As if that erased ownership.

As if proximity equaled entitlement.

I finally spoke.

“Those properties were acquired two years before the engagement,” I said calmly. “With my private investment portfolio.

Amelie’s jaw tightened.

“You always acted like everything was yours,” she snapped.

“It was,” I replied evenly.

The silence that followed was brutal.

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