A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 447

The Witness

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By evening, the president’s announcement had spread across every major news channel. Commentators debated whether Jason and I should be arrested, while others questioned why the government had announced a guilty verdict without presenting a court judgment or publicly verifiable evidence.

The accusations against the Asher family were even more complicated. Some citizens demanded the immediate return of the alleged stolen assets. Others asked which properties the president was referring to and why the evidence had remained hidden until now.

That uncertainty mattered.

The president had expected outrage, and he had certainly received ft. But outrage wasn’t the same as

universal acceptance.

Jason stood beside me in the study, reading through the latest reports.

“Christian has agreed to meet us tomorrow,” he said. “His legal team is preparing the original documents.”

“Good. Have our lawyers prepare a complete record of the Asher family’s property acquisitions, including the historical ownership documents.”

“Already requested.”

“And I want an independent review of the president’s claims. If the assets were stolen, we should know. If they weren’t, we should be able to demonstrate that clearly.”

Jason looked at me. “You’re not worried about what the public will think?”

“Of course I am. Our children live in this world too, and I won’t pretend that a national scandal won’t affect them.” I paused, meeting his gaze. “But I won’t let the president dictate our response by making us panic. He wants us to react emotionally, deny everything, and give him another spectacle. I’m not going to make his job easier.”

Jason took my hand.

“Then we’ll respond with evidence.”

I nodded. “And we’ll let him explain why he announced that we were guilty before a court had even heard the case.”

Outside, the castle remained quiet. Our family was safe for the moment, but I knew the consequences of the president’s speech would reach far beyond the rally. He had publicly accused us of murder and demanded the return of our family’s wealth. He had made himself the champion of ordinary citizens while placing two families in the position of defending generations of history.

But he had also made a mistake.

He had assumed we would defend ourselves alone.

Tomorrow, Christian Taken would bring his evidence, and we would begin comparing the president’s claims with the records we had uncovered. If the documents revealed a common pattern, we would follow it

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wherever it led. If they didn’t, we would keep investigating until we understood what the president was trying to accomplish.

He had made his move in front of the entire country.

Now it was our turn to make certain the truth reached them too.

Before Jason and I could continue reviewing the documents, Mason called with an urgent update from the castle’s security team. A crowd had gathered outside the gates, and it was growing by the minute. Reporters stood at the front with cameras rolling, while dozens of angry people shouted demands to see me. Some accused me of stealing the wealth of Sum. Others demanded that I answer for Adrian Wyatt’s supposed

murder.

“Mrs. Sun,” the security chief reported, “they’re refusing to leave. Several people are trying to push past the outer barricade, and the reporters are broadcasting everything live. They’re demanding that you come outside and face them.”

Jason’s expression hardened as he ended the call. I rose slowly, my eyes fixed on the documents spread across the table. The president had made his accusations in public, and now someone had brought the anger straight to our gates. Whether the crowd had gathered out of genuine outrage or someone had deliberately stirred them up, I couldn’t yet tell.

Then Mason called again.

This time, his voice was more urgent.

“Mrs. Sun, there’s something else you need to know.”

I tightened my grip on the phone. “What is it?”

A brief silence followed.

“One of the reporters has just announced that someone inside the castle is prepared to testify against you. They claim this person has proof that the Asher family stole Sum’s wealth-and evidence connecting you and Mr. Sun to Adrian Wyatt’s murder.”

My blood ran cold.

Jason slowly turned toward me.

We had spent days searching for the person pulling the strings behind the president, the Wyatts, and Mr. White. We had expected accusations, political pressure, even fabricated evidence.