A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 445

His Move

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His Move

Amber POV

The Sum president had finally made his move.

And, as expected, he had chosen the biggest stage he could find.

The rally was broadcast live across Sum, with thousands of people packed into the capital’s central square and countless more watching from their homes. Flags waved above the crowd, enormous screens displayed the president’s smiling face, and reporters had gathered in front of the stage, ready to capture every word.

I watched the broadcast from the castle’s private study, sitting beside Jason with a cup of tea growing cold in my hands.

The president appeared on the screen wearing a dark suit, his expression unusually grave. He waited until the crowd quieted before stepping toward the microphone. When he finally spoke, his voice carried the sorrowful weight of a man preparing to deliver terrible news.

“My fellow citizens, it is with a heavy heart that I address you today.”

Jason glanced at me.

I raised an eyebrow. “Here we go.”

The president paused for dramatic effect, allowing the cameras to capture the pain on his face.

“I have recently received information concerning a matter of the utmost importance to our nation. Information that implicates two individuals whom many of you have come to admire.”

The screen shifted to photographs of Jason and me.

My fingers tightened around the teacup.

“Amber Asher and Jason Sun have been found guilty of the murder of Adrian Wyatt.”

For several seconds, I genuinely thought I had misheard him.

Then the crowd erupted.

Some people shouted in disbelief. Others began arguing, while reporters scrambled to deliver their reactions to the cameras. The president raised one hand, appearing reluctant to continue, as though the accusation pained him more than the people he was publicly condemning.

Jason slowly set his tablet on the desk.

“Found guilty?” he repeated.

I stared at the screen. “By whom? A court of imaginary judges?”

The president continued before the crowd could settle.

“According to the information provided to my office, the murder was motivated by greed and ambition. The Ashers and the Suns sought complete control over Asher Industries, and Adrian Wyatt stood in their way.”

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I let out a short, incredulous laugh.

Adrian was alive, hidden in a secure medical facility under the protection of people the president couldn’t reach. His supposed death had been part of an operation to expose the individuals responsible for the attacks against our family. Only a small circle knew the truth, and we had deliberately kept the information restricted to protect Adrian and the investigation.

The president had taken that carefully managed situation and turned it into a public execution of our reputations.

“He knows Adrian’s death was never publicly confirmed in the way he’s claiming,” I said. “He’s presenting an accusation as a verdict.”

Jason’s expression hardened. “He’s counting on people not knowing the difference.”

On the screen, the president lowered his head.

“I understand your anger. I share your grief. No family, regardless of wealth or influence, should be allowed to decide who lives and who dies.”

The irony was so extraordinary that I nearly applauded.

This was the same man whose interference with Jasmine’s emergency signal had raised serious questions about his involvement in the events surrounding our family. He had repeatedly used our investigations to strengthen his political image, presenting himself as the leader who had saved Sum from the Vincents and dismantled a trafficking network.

Now that our usefulness had apparently run its course, he was attempting to turn us into the villains.

And he wasn’t finished.

The president straightened and looked directly into the cameras.

“However, the murder of Adrian Wyatt is not the only matter demanding justice. New evidence has resurfaced concerning the origins of the Asher family’s fortune.”

My amusement disappeared.

“The records before us indicate that substantial assets belonging to the people of Sum were unlawfully taken and incorporated into the Asher family’s wealth. For generations, this family has benefited from resources that should have belonged to our citizens.”

The crowd grew louder.

The president waited until the noise had reached its peak before delivering his next demand.

“I therefore call upon the Asher family to return everything they have taken from the people of Sum. Every property, every asset, every benefit acquired through this injustice must be surrendered.”

Jason reached for the remote and muted the television.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Then I carefully placed my teacup on the table.

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“Well,” I said, “he’s certainly ambitious.”

Jason turned toward me. He’s attempting to achieve two things at once. First, he wants the public to believe we’re murderers. Second, he wants to make the Asher family’s assets appear illegitimate before anyone can examine the evidence,”

“And if the public accepts his version of events, he can justify seizing our properties in the name of restitution.”

“Exactly.”

I leaned back against the sofa, thinking through the implications. This wasn’t simply an attack on our reputation. It was an attempt to strip the Asher family of its legitimacy, weaken our legal position, and give the president a political excuse to take control of assets that had been in our possession long before his current administration.

He was trying to make the public believe that taking our wealth wasn’t theft.

It was justice.

“He’s moving faster than I expected,” I admitted.

Jason shook his head. “No. He’s moving because he knows we’re getting closer to something he doesn’t want exposed.”

I looked at him. “You think this is connected to the investigation?”

“I think the timing is too convenient to ignore. We have been investigating his interference with Jasmine’s emergency signal, and we’re looking into the circumstances surrounding your childhood. Now, suddenly, he has accusations ready against both of us and the entire Asher family.”

I considered that for a moment.

He was right. We couldn’t yet prove the president had orchestrated every attack against us, but his actions were becoming increasingly difficult to dismiss as coincidence,

“Then we should give him something else to worry about,” I said.

Jason’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You’ve already contacted Christian, haven’t you?”

I smiled.

“Yesterday.”

Christian Taken had been the president’s main political opponent for years, although his influence had declined considerably after several public disputes with the administration. The president’s supporters portrayed him as an ambitious businessman who wanted power for himself, and for a long time, the accusations had made him an inconvenient figure rather than a credible alternative.

Our investigation had uncovered a rather different story.

Christian had entered into several agreements with the Sum government involving land development and public infrastructure. He had transferred substantial funds and surrendered valuable resources in exchange for land rights that the administration had promised to formalize. Those promises had never been fulfilled.

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