A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 450

Willing To Talk

Amber POV

Morning arrived far too soon.

I was somewhere between sleep and consciousness when my phone began vibrating on the bedside table.

I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head.

The phone continued ringing.

Whoever was calling had apparently decided that my peaceful morning was a personal insult.

With considerable reluctance, I reached for it and answered without looking at the screen.

“Someone had better be dying.”

There was a brief silence.

Then a familiar voice replied, “Good morning to you too, Miss Asher.”

I opened one eye.

“Mr. Stait?”

“No. This is the queen of England. I am calling to discuss your attitude.”

I stared at the phone.

Then I sighed.

“You’re enjoying this.”

“Immensely.”

I pushed myself upright, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“Mr. Stait, if this call isn’t important, I will personally make sure you spend the rest of your career answering telemarketing calls.”

His amusement faded.

“It is important.”

Something in his voice made me straighten.

“What happened?”

“We have them.”

For a second, I didn’t understand.

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“Have whom?”

“The Wyatts.”

All traces of sleep disappeared.

I sat up so quickly that the blanket fell to my waist.

“All of them?”

“Every single one we could locate. They are in custody, and our people are processing the arrests now.”

I pressed my free hand against the mattress.

For the last few weeks, the Wyatt name had lingered at the edges of my life like a shadow. Every time I thought we had identified the people responsible, another unanswered question appeared. Another connection. Another person hiding behind a respectable name, family attacking family. 1

And now, suddenly, they were in custody.

Every single one of them.

I closed my eyes for a moment.

“Are you certain?”

“Absolutely. We coordinated the operation across multiple locations. Spent the last week observing their operation inside the school and followed them to their main base in a commercial district.No one slipped through our net.”

It was not a victory cry. I didn’t feel like celebrating.

I simply felt as though someone had finally removed a stone that had been pressing against my chest for far too long.

Then I remembered the most important question.

“Mr. White?”

Silence.

I opened my eyes.

“Tell me you found him.”

“Mr. White is nowhere to be found. We searched the locations associated with him, and we’ve contacted everyone we believe might know where he is. So far, nothing.”

I stared at the wall.

Of course.

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Of course the man who had spent so long hiding behind other people’s actions would be the one person we couldn’t find, and I just knew that Jason would not be able to breathe properly until Mr. Wyatt was

found. 1

To think that he had thought and grown up believing the man responsible for most of the tragedies in his

life was his father and having come to terms with that, only to discover that he had no conection to him,

and had in fact been the one responsible for his mother’s death.

Mr.White had to be found, for Jason’s sake.

“And the sun president?” I asked. “Have you discovered what connection he has to the Wyatts?” 1

“Not yet. We’re investigating that separately, but the relationship is still unclear. We have enough evidence to justify further inquiries, but not enough to establish exactly how he fits into this.”

I leaned back against the headboard.

After ending the call, I remained still for a few moments, letting the information settle.

The Wyatts were in custody.

I should have felt triumphant.

Instead, I felt wary.

People like them rarely operated alone, and men like Mr. White did not simply disappear without a plan. Somewhere, there was still a piece of this puzzle we hadn’t found.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and reached for my robe.

That was when the bedroom door opened.

Jason walked in carrying one of the babies, while the other rested in a small carrier being pushed by a nurse behind him. His hair was slightly disheveled, and there were faint shadows beneath his eyes.

He looked exhausted.

He also looked considerably more pleased with himself than a man who had spent half the night caring for two crying babies had any right to look.

“Good morning, wife.”

I glanced at the baby in his arms.

“Good morning. Did you sleep at all?”

“Enough.”

“That’s a lie.”

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“A strategic adjustment of the truth.”

I snorted.

He crossed the room and sat beside me, carefully settling the baby into my arms. The little one made a soft noise before snuggling against my chest.

My heart softened immediately.

I kissed the baby’s forehead, breathing in that sweet, familiar scent that never failed to make the rest of the world seem less important.

Jason watched me with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing.”

“Jason.”

smiled faintly.

“I like seeing you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Rested. Safe. Holding our baby without looking as though you’re preparing to declare war on an entire country.”

I gave him a flat look.

“I can do both.”

“I know. That’s what worries me.”

I laughed, and he leaned over to kiss my temple.

Then Jason noticed the phone in my hand.

“Who called?”

“Mr. Stait.”

His expression sharpened immediately.

“And?”

“They have the Wyatts. All of them.”

Jason went still.

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“All of them?”

“Every one they could locate. They’re in custody.”

He exhaled slowly, and I saw some of the tension leave his shoulders.

“That’s good news.”

“It is.”