A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 64

The room gasped collectively.

Silence followed.

The narrative collapsed in real time.

I faced the reporters again.

“The hotel in question,” I continued calmly, “is owned by the Becker family.”

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More murmurs.

‘And the door to that suite was opened under pressure, despite it being private property.”

A blade wrapped in silk.

‘This morning’s edited version conveniently removed those details.”

ason finally spoke.

Measured.

Controlled.

‘We are currently reviewing legal options.”

Not dramatic.

Not emotional.

ust factual.

looked back at the reporter who had asked the question.

‘As for the suggestion that our marriage is a ‘front’ because our families disapprove…”

allowed myself a small smile.

‘My grandfather is happy with my chosen husband, he provided acomodations for my new family.”

A ripple of surprise.

‘And Mr. and Mrs. Sun have publicly acknowledged our union.”

Another pause.

‘If there are hidden partners, I would be very inclined to meet them myself, they sound interesting.”

Soft laughter broke out.

Tension easing.

Control restored.

The reporter swallowed.

“So you’re denying the allegations?”

“I am correcting them,” I replied.

A beat.

“And I strongly encourage media outlets to verify their sources before amplifying manipulated content.”

The screen behind me went dark.

The phoenix logo returned.

“And if there are further questions,” I added smoothly, “they will be addressed through proper legal channels.”

I stepped back slightly.

Not retreating.

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Reclaiming space.

Jason’s hand brushed mine again.

Steady.

Aligned.

The room was no longer whispering.

It was recalculating.

Because the attempted scandal had not weakened us.

It had demonstrated something else entirely.

Preparation.

Unity.

And precision.

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We were nearing the end of the conference.

The tension had settled.

The narrative had been corrected.

Now it was time to consolidate.

“As part of Phoenix Ashes’ growth strategy,” I continued, “we are expanding aggressively across multiple divisions.”

The screen shifted again – organizational charts, projected growth curves, acquisition targets.

“And with that expansion comes opportunity.”

I allowed a small pause.

“I am officially opening applications for assistant and management-track positions.”

Several reporters glanced up.

“That includes recent graduates,” I clarified. “If you believe you are exceptional at what you do, we will find a place for you.”

A quiet ripple passed through the room.

Confidence.

Ambition.

No small dreams.

“We are not hiring to fill chairs,” I added. “We are hiring to build something, please contact the company via email with your information and we will set and interview date, it does not matter who your family is, if You did not have the best grades or if You did not finish school, we are looking for someone who knows what to do and is good at it in real life, not just in paper.”

I stepped back slightly.

“And that concludes-”

The doors at the back of the conference room opened.

Not abruptly.

But with presence.

Security entered first.

Then-

Mrs. Sun.

Mr. Sun.

And my grandfather, Mr. Asher.

Escorted.

Composed.

Impeccable.

The room immediately stood.

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Not instructed.

Instinctive.

Two dynasties in one space.

I turned slowly.

Jason did not look surprised.

Of course he didn’t.

Mrs. Sun reached the stage first.

Elegant.

Controlled.

“My apologies for the interruption,” she said calmly.

“But we felt something needed clarification.”

The tension returned.

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