A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 391

Blood trail

Amber POV

Six hours.

Jasmine had been underground for six hours, checking in constantly as she moved farther beyond the tappet sections of the caves. Some updates were detailed-coordinates, intersections, signs of recent activity-wille others were distinctly Jasmine.

Still alive. Moving east.

Found another reinforced passage.

Fresh boot prints. Continuing.

I kept her tracker open on one screen while Marcus’s search teams occupied another. Noah sat nearby, Daniel moved between the monitors and his medical supplies, and Emory coordinated with the security teams at the

castle.

Then my phone rang.

Not a message.

A video call from Jasmine.

I answered immediately.

Her face appeared on the screen, illuminated by the light attached to her gear. Dirt streaked one cheek, and several strands of hair had escaped around her face.

“I found something.”

Noah was beside me almost immediately.

“What?”

Jasmine turned the camera toward the cave floor.

Blood.

A trail of it disappeared along the stone and around a bend.

“Fresh?” I asked.

“Very.”

My fingers tightened around the phone.

“Do you know whose?”

“No. And before you decide it’s Jason’s, I haven’t tested it.”

Then the camera shifted.

“And I found him.”

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A blund man sat against the cave wall with his hands secured behind him. His hair was tied back, his nose had been bleeding, and exhaustion covered his face.

I looked at Jasmine.

“What happened to him?”

“He wasn’t particularly cooperative.”

The man laughed bitterly. “That’s one way to describe it.”

Jasmine glanced at him.

He stopped.

Noah rubbed a hand over his face.

“How long have you been interrogating him?”

“Forty-three minutes.”

“What did he tell you?”

Jasmine crouched beside him and pointed the camera directly at his face.

“Tell her.”

The man looked at the screen.

“Who is she?”

“Amber Asher.”

His reaction was immediate.

Recognition.

And fear.

“You work for Mr. White,” I said.

He looked away.

Jasmine nudged his boot with hers.

“Answer.”

“Yes.”

“Where is Jason?”

“I don’t know where he is now.”

Now.

That single word changed everything

“What happened?”

The inem swallowed.

“He escaped,”

Noah’s hand landed on the back of my chair.

I stared at the man on the screen.

“When?”

“A few hours ago.”

“Tell me everything”

He shifted against the wall.

“We had him at the orphanage.”

“The what?”

“The orphanage. That’s what the Vincents called the cave facility.”

For a moment, I couldn’t speak.

The holding cells.

The children’s clothes.

The names scratched into walls.

The records.

They had called that place an orphanage.

Jasmine’s expression hardened.

“Keep going”

“We moved him out after the searches started getting closer. White wanted him deeper in the caves.”

“Mr. White was there?”

“Yes.”

“What happened?”

“We thought Jason was unconscious. He’d been in and out for hours.”

Daniel moved closer.

“Was he badly injured?”

The man glanced toward the unfamiliar voice.

“Yes.”

“Head injury?”

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“I think so. There was blood around his head. His ribs were hurt too. He could barely stand earlier.”

I forced myself to focus on what came next.

“He woke up during the transfer?”

“Suddenly. One second he wasn’t responding, and then he attacked the guard beside him.”

“What did he do?”

“Took him down. Grabbed his weapon. Another guard tried to stop him, but Jason hit him too.”

Despite everything, pride flickered through me.

Mr. White had underestimated him.

Again,

“And then?”

“He ran.”

“Which direction?”

The man glanced toward the tunnel.

“”That way.”

Jasmine moved the camera back to the blood trail.

“That’s where I found him. Following this.”

“Why were you following it?” I asked.

“We were ordered to find them.”

“Them?”

“Jason and White.”

I went still.

“Mr. White went after Jason?”

“Immediately.”

“How many people followed?”

“White went first. Four or five others followed afterward.”

Jasmine turned the camera toward the ground.

“There are several sets of prints. Some overlap, so I can’t separate them reliably.”

“And the blood?”

“Continues deeper.”