A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 86

Then I offered a friendly suggestion.

“Well, if that’s the case, perhaps you should move Foodiex operations to one of the buildings White Real Estate actually owns.”

A few quiet laughs escaped from the audience.

“Since covering rent payments should be much easier when the building belongs to your own company.”

Adrian opened his mouth-

But no words came out.

I gave a small nod.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

I turned back toward the audience.

“My turn.”

The room quieted again as I stepped fully to the center of the stage.

“My vision for the future of the Asher family,” I began, “is not simply about business expansion.”

The screen behind me changed.

A new presentation appeared.

“It is about family stability.” 1

Several older relatives leaned forward.

“I propose the creation of an Asher Family Trust.”

The room grew silent.

“A structured trust fund for every child born within the first, second, and third branches of the family.”

Whispers spread immediately.

“The trust will ensure full coverage of education expenses, including schooling, university, and specialized training.’

I gestured toward the screen.

“Children will be grouped by age and enrolled in development programs designed to prepare them for leadership, entrepreneurship, and family business responsibilities.” 1

Several investors nodded.

“Instead of waiting until adulthood to determine who is capable of leading…”

I looked around the room.

“…we will begin preparing them from childhood.”

Then I added calmly.

“Because the future of a family should never depend on a single heir.”

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Silence fell across the ballroom.

Then, slowly-

Applause began to rise.

Adrian stood frozen beside the stage.

Because while he had tried to humiliate me—

I had just presented a plan for the next three generations of the Asher family.

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From the corner of my eye, glanced toward Adrian.

His face had gone pale.

Not the theatrical kind of pale meant to provoke sympathy.

No.

This was the color of someone who had just realized something had gone terribly wrong.

His fingers trembled slightly around his phone.

He must have checked the rent invoices.

Interesting.

I kept my expression neutral and continued as if nothing had happened.

The last slide of my presentation faded from the screen.

Grandfather rose from his chair.

The room immediately quieted.

“Thank you,” he said calmly, his voice carrying easily across the ballroom.

His gaze moved between Adrian and me.

“Both presentations have now been heard.”

A few investors nodded thoughtfully.

“The closing of the Heir Trial will take place in three days.”

A soft murmur spread through the room.

“Until then,” Grandfather continued, “the family and our investors are encouraged to review the proposals presented tonight,”

Polite applause filled the ballroom.

Measured.

Controlled.

The kind of applause reserved for important business events.

Grandfather nodded once more.

“Thank you all for attending.”

He cleared his throat.

“This concludes the public portion of the evening.”

His gaze swept across the ballroom.

“This is a family event. I must ask the media to leave.”

One of the reporters near the entrance raised his voice.

“Sir, we were granted access by Mr. Wyatt.”

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All eyes turned toward Adrian.

Grandfather didn’t even look at him.

“That is not my concern,” he replied evenly.

Then he gestured toward the doors.

“Please leave politely.”

For a moment, everything seemed normal.

Then-

The doors burst open.

A group of armed men stormed inside.

Black uniforms.

Black masks.

Weapons raised.

Gasps and screams rippled through the crowd.

“EVERYONE STAY WHERE YOU ARE!”

The command echoed through the ballroom.

People froze.

Some relatives instinctively moved closer to their families.

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