A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 460

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I kept my eyes on the monitor until the man finally shook his head and continued walking. I watched his reflection move past us, followed a few seconds later by the second man. Neither stopped, and neither looked back.

Only when they had disappeared into the crowd did Cynthia slowly lower the camera. We both exhaled, autost simultaneously, and I pressed a hand against my chest as I leaned back in my chair.

“Oh, thank goodness,” she whispered, placing the camera on the table. “I was beginning to think that mad was going to ask us for identification.”

“That would have been inconvenient,” I admitted.

“Inconvenient?” She stared at me before laughing nervously. “Mrs. Asher, I think we have very different definitions of that word.”

“Considering my afternoon, inconvenient is actually a rather generous description.”

She shook her head, still smiling, although I noticed that her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the camera

strap.

“You handled that remarkably well,” I told her.

“My hands are shaking,” she admitted, holding them up.

They were. Mine weren’t much better.

“Then we’re in excellent company.”

For a moment, we simply sat there, allowing ourselves to recover from the absurdity of what had just happened. The food court continued operating around us as though nothing unusual had occurred, which I found strangely comforting. People were eating, children were laughing, and someone at a nearby table was complaining about receiving the wrong order.

Cynthia studied me for a moment before shaking her head in amusement.

“You know, Mrs. Asher, I have to admit something.”

“That sounds suspicious.”

“When I first recognized you, it wasn’t because you looked frightened or because you were behaving suspiciously.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Quite the opposite. You looked bored out of your mind.”

I blinked.

Then I laughed.

“Bored?”

“Completely. You were sitting there looking at your phone as though you were waiting for someone who was running late. Everyone else was watching the news about you, and there you were, apparently more interested in

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whatever was on your screen.”

overed my mouth, trying not to laugh too loudly.

“Well, that’s certainly one way to describe someone trying not to panic.”

“I’ve been following your career long enough to recognize that expression. I’ve seen you wear it during shareholder meetings, press conferences, and even when people were publicly accusing you of things that would have ruined anyone else’s reputation.”

She smiled.

“It’s the expression you make when you’ve decided that the people around you aren’t worth the effort of getting upset.”

I stared at her.

That was surprisingly accurate.

“You’re a very observant woman, Cynthia.”

“I try to be. It’s practically a requirement in my profession.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out a business card, sliding it across the table toward me.

“Here. My contact information, in case you ever decide to give that interview.”

I accepted it and examined the neatly printed details.

Cynthia Shultz – Investigative Journalist.

I slipped the card into my purse before looking back at her.

“Cynthia, I don’t want to put you in any danger.”

She shrugged lightly.

“I’m a reporter. Danger occasionally comes with the job.”

“Not this kind of danger.”

Her smile softened.

“I know. But when I realized someone was searching for you, I couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. Besides, you were the one who figured out that sitting with me would make you harder to recognize. I merely provided the

camera.”

“A rather impressive camera.”

“Thank you. It cost me three months of savings.”

“Then I’m particularly grateful you were willing to use it as a shield.”

She laughed.

“Well, it finally helped me get close enough to interview you. I’d say it was a worthwhile investment.”

I smiled.

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“Speaking of which, you have my word. Once this situation is resolved, I’ll give you that interview.”

Her eyes widened.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“An exclusive?”

“Of course, Cynthia. The exclusive is yours, without a doubt.”

For a moment, she simply stared at me.

“You’re not joking?”

“Not at all. You’ve been following my career for years, and today you helped me when you had absolutely no obligation to do so. I think you’ve earned the opportunity.”

Her face lit up.