A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 462

Not Agahy

Not Again

Amber POV

As Emory escorted me toward the secured exit, Cynthia walked beside us, her enormous camera hanging from her shoulder. He had insisted that she accompany us rather than remain in the mall, considering that the mer following me might have noticed her involvement. I was relieved by the decision. After everything she had done to help me, the last thing I wanted was to leave her somewhere she might become another target.

We had barely stepped out of the food court when a sudden commotion erupted near the corridor ahead.

I instinctively stopped.

Four military men converged on one of the men who had been following me, catching him completely off guard Before he could react, they forced him to the ground, securing his arms behind his back. Several meters away, another four soldiers intercepted the second man, pinning him against the floor before he could reach into his jacket.

The entire operation took only seconds.

Shoppers gasped and hurried away, while a few curious people immediately reached for their phones. The soldiers moved efficiently, preventing either suspect from resisting or reaching for a weapon.

“Well,” I murmured, watching the scene, “that’s one way to end a shopping trip.”

Cynthia stared at the men on the floor.

“Those are the two who were looking for you.”

“Yes,” I confirmed. “And I must admit, seeing them on the ground is considerably more pleasant than having

them follow me.”

Emory glanced toward the soldiers, then spoke quietly into his communication device. After receiving confirmation that both suspects had been secured, he turned back toward us.

“They’re being taken to a military holding facility for interrogation,” he explained. “We’ll find out who sent them and what their orders were.”

“Assuming they know,” I replied.

He nodded.

“Assuming they know. But even if they don’t, we should be able to establish how they were recruited and who coordinated the vehicles.”

I noticed him glance toward Cynthia before continuing. His expression changed slightly, and he seemed to reconsider whatever he had been about to say.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Emory.”

“Hmm?”

“You can speak freely.”

He looked at Cynthia again.

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“Amber, some of the information surrounding this investigation is sensitive.”

understand that. I’m not asking you to reveal classified information.”

“Then-”

“Cynthia is going to have the exclusive on this story,” I interrupted. “I’ve already promised her the interview, and I intend to honor that promise. You don’t need to worry about her presence. Anything that cannot be made public will remain confidential, but I see no reason to pretend she hasn’t already witnessed half of what happened

Cynthia turned toward me so quickly that I almost laughed.

“Wait. You mean the exclusive includes what happened today?”

“Of course.”

“Not just the interview about your career?”

“That too. But considering you’ve already helped me escape two armed men, I think you’ve earned the opportunity to tell this particular story.”

Her expression was priceless.

She looked as though someone had just handed her the keys to the largest publishing company in the country. 1

“Oh, my goodness,” she whispered. “Mrs. Asher, do you have any idea what this means for my magazine?”

“I imagine your editor will be pleased.”

“Pleased?” She laughed incredulously. “My editor is going to lose his mind!”

Emory shook his head, although I noticed the corner of his mouth lifting.

“Some things really don’t change.”

Cynthia turned toward him.

“What?”

“You always got that excited whenever someone gave you an opportunity to write something.”

She grinned.

“And you always acted as though being excited was a medical condition.”

“It’s certainly beginning to look like one.”

I smiled as they exchanged another amused glance.

There was something rather sweet about their reunion. They had spent years apart, yet their conversation flowed with the easy familiarity of people who had once known each other extremely well.

And Emory, I noticed, seemed particularly interested in Cynthia.

As we continued toward the mall entrance, I caught him looking at her several times.

Not openly, of course.

Emory was far too composed for that.

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He would glance at her while she was speaking, look away when she turned toward him, then pretend to be examining the corridor or listening to his communication device.

I found it thoroughly entertaining.

At one point, Cynthia was explaining how she had started working for her magazine, and Emory looked ather for so long that he nearly missed a question from one of the soldiers.

I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

“Amber,” Jason said through my earbud, interrupting my observations. “Where are you now?”

“Leaving the food court. The soldiers have detained the two men who followed me.”

“I know. Emory informed me.”

“Then you should also know that Cynthia is coming with us.”

“The reporter?”

“Yes. And apparently, she and Emory grew up together.”

There was a pause.

“What?”

“Same orphanage. Childhood friends. Lost contact when Emory was adopted.”

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Then Jason sighed.

“Sweetheart, can we discuss the unexpected reunion after you’re safely out of the mall?”

“You’re no fun.”

“I’m currently monitoring several security feeds while trying to make sure my wife doesn’t get kidnapped. Forgive me if I’m not particularly interested in gossip.”

“It’s not gossip. It’s an observation.”

“Amber.”

“Fine. I’ll tell you later.”

Emory glanced at me suspiciously.

“What are you telling him?”

“Nothing.”

“Amber.”

“Absolutely nothing.”

Cynthia looked between us, clearly amused.

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“I feel like I’m missing something.”

You are,” I assured her. “But don’t worry. I’ll explain eventually.”

Emory gave me a warning look.

I smiled innocently.

We finally reached the mall’s main entrance, where a dark SUV was waiting near the curb.

At first glance, it looked like an ordinary luxury vehicle, the kind that wouldn’t attract much attention inver City. In reality, it was a military transport, fully armored and equipped with bulletproof windows. The military had simply done an excellent job of making it look like a civilian car.

“That’s our ride?” I asked.

Emory nodded.

“Yes.”

“Bulletproof?”

“Completely.”

“Excellent. I’ve had enough excitement involving cars today.”

He gave me a pointed look.

“Then perhaps you should stop attempting to drive them up mountains.”

Cynthia turned toward me.