A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 34

“You’re forgetting something.”

I folded my hands on the table.

“Every request was sent via official company email. Per compliance protocol.”

A quiet pause.

“Company emails cannot be erased.”

The air changed.

“So yes,” I continued calmly, “I have every single submission/Every attachment. Every follow-up.”

I let my gaze settle on him.

“And so do you.”

Because he had been copied.

On every single one.

Jason turned toward me slowly.

“I have those emails as well.”

The room shifted again.

He reached into his briefcase, placing a printed stack of documents on the table with deliberate calm.

“He forwarded them to me,” Jason continued, eyes on his father. “In an attempt to convince me to pressure her into selling the properties below market value.”

A ripple of murmurs.

Jason turned toward the board.

“You should also be aware,” he said evenly, “that she does not only have my full support.”

A pause.

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But the full backing of the Sun family as well.”

That name did not echo.”

It settled.

Heavily. 1

Claudia stood abruptly.

“I call for a vote.”

Fast. Too fast.

Before momentum shifted further.

Before alliances recalculated.

But before the first hand could rise-

Mr. White stood.

The scrape of his chair was sharp against the marble floor.

“In exchange,” he said carefully, “for the board withdrawing the criminal charges against my son…”

His gaze flickered toward Oscar’s empty seat. 1

“I will personally cover the full amount of Mrs. Asher’s compensation.”

The silence was absolute.

He wasn’t offering negotiation.

He was offering surrender.

Strategic surrender.

Marcus looked around the table.

“You’ve heard the proposal.”

One by one-

Hands rose.

Not for control transfer.

For payment.

For damage containment.

For survival.

They would pay me.

They would keep the company.

Claudia’s fingers tightened around her folder.

“This doesn’t solve the long-term issue,” she said quickly. “Mrs. Asher, perhaps we should discuss acquisition terms for the properties themselves.”

Competitors

I met her gaze calmly.

“The time for that discussion has expired.”

Her lips thinned.

“You’re refusing to sell?”

“I am.”

Because desperation shifts leverage.

And they were now desperate.

The vote concluded.

Compensation approved. 1

Charges dropped.

Company retained.

But weakened.

And everyone in that room knew it.

Jason leaned back slightly, Alice still asleep against his chest.

This wasn’t victory.

It was positioning.

Mr. White had just paid to stop the bleeding.

But wounds like this scar publicly.

And scars change perception.

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She wanted it all

Marcus turned toward Mr. White.

“You have one month,” he said dearly. “To either vacate the properties or formally notify the residents of the change.”

No room for negotiation.

“We will return at that time to receive the keys, documentation, access credentials, and all operational records associated with those assets.”

It wasn’t a suggestion.

It was a deadline.

One of the reporters who had been allowed to remain – a woman with sharp, observant eyes – raised her hand slightly.

“And what about a public announcement?” she asked. “Will the company retract its previous statement against Mrs. Asher?”

Claudia stood before anyone else could answer.

“We see no need to take back or modify that statement.”

There it was. 1

Arrogance.

Marcus gathered the signed documents calmly, sliding them into his portfolio.

That answer would cost them later.

He gave us a small nod.

It was time.

I took Alex’s hand.

Jason carried Alice effortlessly against his chest as we walked toward the doors. 1

No rush.

No visible triumph.

Just composure.

Outside, the same reporter hurried after us, now with a camera operator at her side.

“Mr. Sun,” she called. “Will the Sun family make public the situation at the school, or should that remain private?”

Jason paused.

Turned.

Smiled politely.

“If you’re asking whether the Sun family will oppose accurate reporting,” he said smoothly, “feel free to publish it.”

The implication was deliberate.

We would not suppress truth.

As we continued toward the car, the reporter called again.

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