A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 431

Jason POV

Mr. Asher was already furious enough to personally tear River City apart, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if seeing that photograph resulted in him trying to commandeer a military vehicle.

“Are the Wyatts definitely connected to the property?” I asked.

“Yes.”

There was no hesitation in Mr. Stait’s answer this time. He took the phone back and explained that they’d established connections through the property’s control structure, vehicles and personnel associated with the Wyatt branch. Jasmine’s photograph had now given them something even more important: confirmation that Adrian was physically being held at the location.

“So they kidnapped their own family.”

“That’s what the evidence indicates.”

I looked toward Amber. Mrs. Wyatt had allegedly ordered her poisoned, and now we had photographic evidence that her own grandson had been left unconscious inside a warehouse connected to the family. Adrian had refused to abandon Amber when his father pressured him to leave Asher Corporation. Apparently, that refusal had been enough to make him a problem.

Whatever this was, it had moved far beyond some ugly family disagreement.

“Where is Jasmine now?”

“Back where I ordered her to be in the first place.”

I almost laughed. “You believe that?”

“No.”

“Neither do I.”

Mr. Stait rubbed a hand across his face. “I’m beginning to understand why raising her required several adults.”

That managed to pull a small smile from me despite everything. “Did Noah go inside with her?”

“He tried to stop her. According to Noah, she disappeared while he was speaking to the recovery team.”

“How?”

“I have deliberately not asked yet.”

Probably wise. Knowing Jasmine, the answer would only increase his blood pressure.

Mr. Stait’s phone vibrated before either of us could say anything else. He checked the message, and every trace of exhausted amusement vanished from his face.

“The team is in position.”

“Go.”

He nodded and turned toward the door, but before he could reach it, the door opened and Pamela walked in.

One look at her face told me something else had happened.

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She wasn’t panicking. That almost would have been easier. Instead, she looked stunned, her phone clutched ightly in one hand as she looked from me to Mr. Stait.

“Jason.”

Mr. Stait stopped immediately. “What happened?”

“There’s a news notice.”

After everything we’d survived, those four words were enough to make my stomach tighten. “About what?”

Pamela looked toward Mr. Stait before answering. “Alexander Vincent.”

I frowned. Alexander was in secure custody. He’d been convicted, had begun cooperating and had provided names and information connected to the Vincent network in exchange for a reduced sentence and protection.

“What about him?”

Pamela swallowed before answering.

“He’s dead.”

For several seconds, I simply stared at her because the words didn’t make sense. Alexander Vincent was surrounded by guards. He was inside a secure facility specifically because there were people who might want to silence him.

“What?”

“It was just reported. Alexander Vincent was found dead inside his cell.”

Mr. Stait crossed the room in seconds and held out his hand. “Give me the phone.”

Pamela passed it over, and he read the notice without speaking. His expression hardened almost immediately.

“How?” I asked.

“It doesn’t say much yet,” Pamela answered. “The first notice only says he was found unresponsive in his cell and that his death is being investigated. Another report is already saying authorities suspect homicide.”

Mr. Stait shook his head. “We don’t rely on news reports for this. We verify directly.”

He was already reaching for another phone.

I barely heard him.

Alexander was dead.

The last time I’d thought seriously about him, he’d been cooperating. He’d been giving names and filling holes in the investigation. He had helped point us toward places nobody else had known to search, and despite everything he’d done, he’d eventually given us information that had helped expose parts of the Vincent operation.

Then another thought hit me.

Oliver.

Alexander’s son.

“Does Oliver know?”

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Pamela shook her head. “I don’t know.”

doesn’t hear about his father from television.”

“I’ll contact the team protecting him.”

Mr. Stait was already speaking quietly into his phone, requesting direct confirmation from the people responsible for Alexander’s detention. I looked at Amber while trying to understand how everything could possibly be happening at once.

Adrian was lying unconscious in a warehouse because he’d refused to abandon Amber.

Alexander had just been found dead inside a supposedly secure cell after cooperating against the Vincent network.

The timing was impossible to ignore, but timing wasn’t proof. We’d made too many discoveries lately to start turning suspicion into certainty simply because the pieces looked as though they belonged together.

“Could the Wyatts have done it?” I asked.

Mr. Stait covered the phone. “We don’t know.”

“Could Mr. White?”

“We don’t know.”

“What about the Vincent network? If people know everything is collapsing, could someone be getting rid of anyone who can identify them?”

His expression changed slightly. “That is one possibility.”

One possibility. Not an answer. Not yet.