A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 397

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Amber POV

“I suppose that explains how they operated beneath Sum for so long without constantly relocating,” I said.

“Partially,” the president replied. “Unfortunately, we’re beginning to see how extensive the support system

was.‘

“What has the technician told you?”

“Names.

The secretary of defense explained that investigators were tracing payments involving drivers, private security contractors, property managers, medical personnel, communications specialists and employees connected to transportation companies. Some appeared to have performed isolated jobs without understanding the entire operation. Others had been involved for too long to credibly claim ignorance.

The Becker and Vinny operations had already been dismantled, their assets and records seized, but the new investigation was exposing the support structure around them. Taking down the families themselves hadn’t automatically eliminated every person who had helped them operate.

Some had simply stopped moving and hoped the attention would pass.

It wouldn’t.

“Are you finding connections to the Vincents as well?” I asked.

“Substantial ones,” the secretary answered. “We’re comparing the new information against the evidence recovered from Oliver Vincent’s chip.”

Pamela had been standing quietly near the window, reading something on her tablet. When she finally looked up, I knew there was more.

“They’ve also recovered ledgers from the underground facility.”

“What kind?”

“Transfer records involving children.”

My eyes moved instinctively toward Jason, although the information didn’t surprise me.

“How extensive are they?”

“Hundreds of entries so far,” the secretary said. “Possibly more once all the material has been preserved and processed.”

Pamela handed me the tablet.

The document looked disturbingly ordinary. Faded paper, typed names, handwritten notes, dates, initials and carefully divided columns. There were categories for age, origin, family affiliation, destination and purpose.

Some of the codes had already been translated.

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Placement.

Leverage.

Inheritance.

Debt settlement.

Marriage.

Children reduced to administrative entries.

I scrolled slowly through the document.

“I assume there’s a reasonable possibility my name is somewhere in these records as well.”

The president looked at me.

“I was taken when I was around four, you found me after all” I explained. “But if these records go back far enough, I may have been processed through the same system.”

“We’re aware of that possibility,” the secretary said carefully. “Investigators have already been asked to watch for your name.”

“Thank you.”

Finding it wouldn’t change who I was. Maybe it would answer questions about years I was too young to remember, but I wasn’t going to give an old ledger power over the life I’d built afterward.

Pamela scrolled farther.

“They’ve already found Jason.”

I looked at the screen again.

There it was.

Jason’s name was accompanied by his age at the time, a reference to his mother’s family and an intended destination.

Becker family.

Beside it was a code identifying the purpose as a future marriage placement.

I stared at the entry for several seconds before looking at Jason.

“So that’s where they intended to send him.”

“According to the records, yes,” the secretary said.

It wasn’t the revelation it might once have been.

I already knew Jason had been trafficked. I knew he’d been taken, abused, stripped of his identity and passed through the same kind of system we’d spent months exposing. Learning that someone had planned to send him to the Beckers didn’t change what had happened.

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It gave the crime paperwork.

“Have you been able to determine who within the Becker family he was intended to marry?”

“Not yet. The notation suggests the arrangement was connected to assets or bloodline access.”

I nodded. “The records seized during the Becker investigation may help.”

“That’s our thinking as well,” the secretary said. “We’re already cross–referencing them.”

There was another notation beside Jason’s entry.

I pointed toward it. “Has this one been translated?”

The secretary hesitated briefly.

“Partially.”

I looked at him.

“It states that Mr. White certified he had no paternal blood relationship to Jason.”

My hand stopped over Jason’s.

That mattered.

Not because we hadn’t already questioned Jason’s paternity. The DNA comparison with Oscar had proven that Jason and Oscar shared no blood relationship whatsoever, and the St. Johns test had been arranged because there were still unanswered questions about Jason’s biological father.

But this record was decades old.

Mr. White hadn’t discovered the truth recently.

He had known.

“Mr. White knew Jason wasn’t his son.”

“According to this record, yes,” the secretary confirmed. “He knew at the time of the transfer.”

I looked down at Jason.

All those years, Mr. White had allowed Jason to believe he was his father. He had allowed the Sun family to believe it. He had built an entire history around Jason supposedly being his difficult son and claimed he’d been pressured into sending him away.

But before Jason had even been transferred, Mr. White had acknowledged in writing that there was no paternal blood relationship between them.

“Does the record identify Jason’s biological father?”

I didn’t ask them to speculate.

The St. Johns DNA results were still pending, and whatever I suspected didn’t belong in an official investigation until evidence supported it.

“And the other known victims as well. Some people may not even know they were taken as children.”

The president and secretary stayed only a few minutes longer. Before leaving, the president assured me that the

sabotage investigation and the broader trafficking inquiry would be handled by separate teams with independent evidence preservation.

I stood again as they prepared to leave.

“Mr. President, Mr. Secretary… thank you. Not only for coming here, but for the people you’ve committed to the search. I know how many of your officers have been underground for days.”

“Bring your husband back to his family, Mrs. Sun. We’ll handle the people who tried to keep him from you.”