A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 444

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Amber POV

Noah and Daniel reached the neighborhood later that morning. By early afternoon, Jason received their first report.

“There are people inside the school,” Noah said over the secure call. “A lot of them.”

Jason straightened. “How many?”

“Approximately forty adults. Men and women. They’re spread throughout the grounds, and several appear to be watching the entrances.”

I moved closer to Jason’s laptop.

“Forty people?” I asked. “At a school that’s supposed to be empty for the summer?”

“Exactly,” Daniel answered. “There are no children around, and they don’t look like teachers preparing for the next term. Some of the men appear to be trained security personnel.”

Jason’s expression hardened. “Do not get any closer. Photograph what you can from where you are, then

leave the area.”

“Understood.”

The call ended, leaving us staring at the map.

Forty adults in a supposedly empty school. A suspicious sighting of Adrian’s father nearby. And a group of people behaving as though they were guarding something important.

I looked at Jason. “Find out who owns the property and whether there have been any recent renovations.”

“I’m already on it.”

He opened another document.

“The school received an anonymous donation recently. It was supposedly for an emergency shelter beneath the grounds.”

I turned toward him. “An underground shelter?”

“A bunker, according to the construction records. Reinforced walls, independent ventilation, emergency power, and water storage.”

I stared at him. “Why would an ordinary school need that much security?”

“Officially, the shelter was built to protect students and staff during disasters. But the donation was unusually large, and the donor’s identity was concealed.”

I looked back at the school on the map. “Then find the donor.”

Jason glanced at me. “The money passed through several companies and private accounts. We’re still tracing the original source.”

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His expression turned waty. “Amber.”

“There are forty adults inside a school, an underground bunker nobody mentioned, and Adrian’s father was wandering around the neighborhood with his face covered. I don’t want another teport telling me that the records are complicated. I want to know who paid for that bunker.”

Jason sighed. “I knew you were going to say that.

“Then you should have had the answer ready.”

I pulled my laptop closer and began examining the financial trail. The donation had been divided among several intermediaries, with transfers designed to make the money appear to originate from unrelated sources. But the dates and amounts followed a pattern that was far too consistent to be accidental.

“These accounts aren’t independent,” I murmured. “Someone coordinated the transfers to conceal a single source.”

Jason leaned over my shoulder. “Can you identify them?”

“Not from these summaries. We need the original transaction records.”

I contacted our legal team and the financial institutions involved, requesting the necessary records and supporting documentation. When the first bank returned incomplete information, I escalated the request. When the next delayed its response, I pushed for an urgent review through the appropriate channels.

It took longer than I wanted, but eventually the missing records began to surface.

I leaned back as the final report appeared.

“Found it.”

Jason came around the table. “Who funded the bunker?”

I turned the screen toward him.

“The Wyatt family.”

The room fell silent.

The original funding had been routed through several companies, but the records ultimately connected the donation to an account controlled by the Wyatts. Their money had paid for the bunker, its ventilation system, emergency power, and several recent renovations beneath the school.

Jason studied the documents, his expression growing colder.

“So they’re using the school as a base.”

“That’s the most likely explanation,” I replied. “And Adrian’s father wasn’t visiting the neighborhood by accident.”

Jasmine stepped closer to the table. “If he’s there, Mr. White might be there too.”

“Possibly,” Jason said. “But we still need to establish who’s inside and what they’re doing.”

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Hooked at the photographs Noah and Daniel had sent. Forty adults, a guarded school, and a bunker funded by the family we had been trying to locate.

We had found the Wyatts hiding place.

Now we needed to make sure they couldn’t disappear again.

By evening, the castle’s private study had become an operations room. Maps covered the table, photographs were arranged beside the financial records, and Jason’s contacts were working to identify the adults seen

around the school.

Mr. Stait had been informed, and his team was coordinating with the appropriate authorities to establish surveillance and determine the legal grounds for a search. We would monitor the entrances, document the people coming and going, and trace the supplies entering the property.

We wouldn’t give the Wyatts any reason to suspect that we had found them.

Not yet.

I stood beside the window while Jason reviewed the latest reports.

“I still can’t believe Adrian’s father was stupid enough to go out in public,” I muttered. “He knew we were looking for him.”

“His mistake may be the reason we found the school,” Jason replied.

“He disguised himself properly, then paid with a debit card under his own name. And when that wasn’t enough, he removed his mask beneath a security camera,

Jason looked up. “You seem personally offended by his incompetence.”

“I am. If you’re going to make our lives miserable, at least have the decency to be difficult to catch.”