A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 448

Animals in A Barn

Animals In A Barn

Amber POV

Jason and I didn’t rush to the gates.

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The moment Mason informed us that a crowd had gathered outside the castle, I knew we couldn’t ignore them. The president had made his accusations in front of an entire country, and allowing the rumors to spread without a response would only give his supporters more room to twist the truth. However, that didn’t mean I intended stand in front of a crowd and answer every question they shouted at me. If they wanted a response, they would receive one on my terms.

Jason walked beside me as we crossed the courtyard. His hand rested lightly against my back, a quiet gesture of reassurance rather than an attempt to hurry me along. We had both been through too much recently, and neither of us was in any condition to deal with another manufactured crisis. Yet we had responsibilities, and neither of us intended to let the president dictate how we handled them.

“Are you sure about this?” Jason asked quietly as we approached the outer security checkpoint.

I glanced at him. “About facing the reporters?”

“About facing them now. We could issue a statement through our lawyers and let the security team handle the

crowd.”

“We could,” I agreed. “But then the president’s version of events would be the only one people heard today. I don’t intend to let him speak for me.”

Jason studied my face for a moment before nodding. “Then we do this together.”

“Of course.” I slipped my hand into his. “You’re the one who married me. You don’t get to abandon me when the public relations nightmare begins.”

A faint smile touched his lips. “I was under the impression that marrying you came with certain risks.”

“Certain risks?” I repeated, feigning offense. “Jason Sun, I have half a mind to reconsider our marriage.”

“You can reconsider it after we get through the gates.”

I laughed softly despite myself. For a few precious seconds, the crowd, the accusations, and the threat of an unknown witness seemed distant. Then we reached the final security checkpoint, and the noise outside became impossible to ignore.

The reporters had seen us approaching.

Their voices rose almost immediately, overlapping until it was impossible to distinguish one question from another. Cameras lifted above the crowd, microphones pushed toward the bars, and several people began shouting my name. Others demanded that Jason answer for the supposed murder of Adrian Wyatt. A few called us thieves, insisting that we had stolen Sum’s wealth and owed its citizens an explanation.

The security personnel remained in position, preventing anyone from forcing their way through the gates. Even so, the shouting grew louder as more reporters noticed us.

Jason’s expression turned cold.

I squeezed his hand once before releasing it and stepping toward the control panel mounted beside the gate. The reporters continued screaming, apparently convinced that volume alone would force us to answer them.

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I pressed a button.

Adeafening alarm erupted from the speakers installed along the perimeter wall. The sudden blast cut through the crowd’s shouting, startling several people into silence. Within seconds, the entire entrance fell quiet except for the lingering echo of the siren.

I waited a moment before pressing the button again.

The alarm stopped.

Then I turned toward the assembled crowd and cleared my throat.

“Now that you’ve all stopped acting like animals in a barn, perhaps I can address the accusations against us.”

Several reporters exchanged looks. One appeared offended, while another lowered his microphone just enough to hide a smile. I ignored both reactions and continued.

“Let me make one thing perfectly clear. Those statements made by the president of Sum are accusations. They are not court judgments, and they are not established facts. We have received no summons from any court, have not been notified of any legal proceeding finding us guilty, and have not been presented with credible evidence proving that we committed any of the acts he attributed to us.”

I paused, allowing my words to settle..

“If the president has evidence, he is welcome to submit it through the proper legal channels. We will respond through those same channels. Until then, I suggest that everyone remember the difference between an allegation and a proven crime.”

A reporter near the front immediately raised her voice. “Mrs. Sun, what about the Asher fortune? The president claims your family stole its wealth from the people of Sum. Are you denying that the Asher family took land and resources that belonged to our country?”

I couldn’t help chuckling.

“My grandfather was greatly offended by that particular allegation. I believe his exact reaction would be unsuitable for a public broadcast, so I’ll spare you the details.”

A few people laughed, and the reporter’s expression tightened.

“What I can tell you is that Mr. Asher will respond to those allegations himself. He has spent decades building and managing his family’s legitimate interests, and he will not allow anyone to rewrite that history through a political speech. If the president believes the Asher family violated any laws, he should present his evidence and let an independent court examine it.”

I tilted my head slightly.

“Until that happens, I will not entertain the idea that repeating an accusation often enough somehow turns it into the truth.”

Another reporter pushed forward. “But the president also claimed that you and Mr. Sun conspired with the Vincent family. He says your actions against them were part of a private agreement to seize control of Sum. How do you respond to that?”

Before I could answer, Jason stepped forward.

“The River City military has already explained the scope of its investigation,” he said, his voice calm and carrying easily across the entrance. “The investigation into the Vincent family’s activities and the trafficking network was

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conducted by River City’s military. It was not a covert operation intended to seize control of Sum, and it was not carried out on the president’s personal authority.”

He looked directly toward the cameras.

“The president has repeatedly suggested that his administration supported and facilitated that investigation. That is not consistent with the information already made public. He did not direct the operation, and his administration did not provide the support he is now claiming.”

A reporter interrupted him. “Are you accusing the president of lying to the people of Sum?”

Jason didn’t raise his voice.

“I’m stating that his public account does not match the documented record. If he wishes to dispute that, he can produce evidence to support his version.”

He paused, his gaze moving across the rows of cameras.

“As for the claim that we conspired with the Vincents, we reject it completely. The president has made serious allegations against my wife and me without presenting verifiable evidence. We are already pursuing legal action over the statements he has made to damage our reputations. We will not allow political accusations to substitute for proof.”

The reporters began shouting again, but Jason lifted one hand.

“One question at a time, please. You came here demanding answers. If you want them, you’ll have to allow us to speak.”

His composure seemed to catch them off guard. Several lowered their voices, while others began conferring with their colleagues. I watched them carefully, knowing that whatever we said would be edited, clipped, and replayed until someone found a way to make it serve their preferred narrative.

That was the danger of speaking publicly. We could clarify the facts, but we couldn’t control what people chose to believe.

I stepped beside Jason again.

“There’s one more thing I’d like everyone here to understand,” I said.

The cameras turned toward me.

“My husband and I have no intention of conducting our defense through shouting matches outside our home. We will cooperate with legitimate legal proceedings, answer lawful requests for information, and challenge false allegations through the appropriate channels. We will not, however, accept the idea that we must prove our innocence to every person who arrives at our gates because a politician has decided to make us the center of his campaign.”

I looked toward the people standing behind the reporters. Some appeared angry; others seemed uncertain, watching us as though they were trying to decide which version of the story deserved their trust.

“If you genuinely want the truth, then demand evidence from everyone making claims–including the president. Do not accept his words simply because he holds office, and do not accept ours simply because we are standing here. Investigate the facts. Follow the documents. Let the truth withstand scrutiny.”

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Then a reporter near the back called out, “Mrs. Sun, if you’re innocent, why is the president making these

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