A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 383

Amber POV

Alexander's shoulders relaxed slightly.

"Does he know what's happening?"

"Enough."

"He gave you the chip."

It wasn't a question.

"Yes."

Alexander looked down.

For several seconds, he said nothing.

"My own son."

There was something almost amused in his voice.

Not happy.

Just bitter.

"My own son had the evidence that finally ended me."

"Your actions ended you. Oliver simply made it harder for you to lie about them."

Alexander looked at me again.

Then, surprisingly, nodded.

"Fair."

I hadn't expected that.

"I want something from you."

"No."

"You haven't heard it."

"I don't make deals involving children."

"It's not a deal."

His expression changed.

"Make sure he's okay."

I stared at him.

Alexander Vincent—the man who had planned the abduction of other people's children as a business strategy—was asking me to protect his.

"Mr. Stait is protecting Oliver."

"I'm not asking about today."

He leaned forward as far as his restraints allowed.

"When this is finished, make sure he grows up fine."

I said nothing.

"Don't let my family turn him into me."

That silenced the room.

Alexander glanced away.

"He's a Vincent heir. There will be people who want him because of that. People who will try to control him. Others will want revenge because of me."

"Then give investigators every name."

"I am."

"Every one."

His eyes returned to mine.

"I said I am."

I studied him.

"I'll make sure Oliver knows he has choices."

Alexander nodded once.

It was the only promise I was willing to give him.

Then my patience ended.

"Jason."

Alexander's expression became serious.

"I told you. I don't know where my uncle took him."

"Then you have nothing for me."

"You're searching River City."

I froze.

"How do you know that?"

Alexander smiled faintly.

"Because that's what my uncle would expect you to do."

Marcus stepped closer to the screen.

"Explain."

Alexander ignored him.

His eyes remained on me.

"You're thinking like Amber Asher."

"What does that mean?"

"Companies. Properties. Shell corporations. Warehouses. Cameras. Financial records."

My stomach tightened.

"You're looking for where White would hide someone."

"Yes."

"Wrong question."

I hated riddles.

"Then give me the right one."

Alexander leaned toward the camera.

"Where did the Vincents hide people before companies and cameras existed?"

Silence.

Something cold moved through me.

Sum.

I knew the answer before he said anything else.

"Your home," Alexander said.

My fingers tightened around the phone.

"My home is the castle."

"Your other home."

Sum.

The land connected to my family's original history.

The Embers.

My mind started moving.

The Ember family had once been the largest family in Sum.

They had defeated the Vincents.

Exiled them.

Their history went back generations.

So did their land.

Alexander watched realization spread across my face.

"Closer," he said quietly.

"Closer to what?"

"Your home in Sum."

I stared at him.

"I don't know."

"Where do they lead?"

"I don't know every route."

"Could Mr. White know?"

Alexander's silence answered me.

I felt sick.

"Could he have taken Jason there?"

Alexander looked directly at me.

"If I wanted to hide Jason Sun from Chronos, River City police, international investigators, the military, and Amber Asher..."

He paused.

"I wouldn't hide him in River City."

My hand covered my stomach.

Alexander finished quietly.

"I'd take him somewhere your own family stopped searching generations ago."

I ended the call.

"Grandpa."

He was already dialing.

"Get me every map."

Pamela stood.

"I'll contact Sum."

Marcus was heading for the door.

"Military too," I said. "Nobody enters those tunnels alone."

Mrs. Sun came beside me.

"Amber—"

"I'm not going."

Everyone stopped.

I looked around the room.

"What? I do occasionally learn."

Daniel appeared genuinely impressed.

I ignored him.

"Send teams to the mine. Search every known entrance. Compare modern surveys with historical maps. Thermal imaging, ground-penetrating equipment, drones small enough for tunnels—whatever they can safely use."

Grandpa nodded.

"And don't assume sealed means sealed."

Because Alexander had just given us something we hadn't had since Jason disappeared.

Not an address.

Something better.

A place Mr. White believed we'd never think to search.

I grabbed Jason's phone from the bedside table—the one I'd called so many times that his number might as well have been permanently burned into the screen.

The mine.

Old tunnels.

Other sites.

My family's land.

All this time, we'd been searching Mr. White's properties.

Maybe we should have been searching mine.

And if Jason was beneath Ember land somewhere in Sum, then Mr. White had made a very serious mistake.

He'd taken my husband into my family's territory.