A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 463

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Amber POV

The driver reacted instantly.

There was no hesitation, no attempt to identify the shooter before moving. He pressed the accelerator, and the SUV surged forward, leaving the mall entrance behind as another shot struck the rear window.

Cynthia gasped and ducked instinctively.

I flinched, but the glass didn’t shatter.

Instead, a small white mark appeared where the bullet had struck, surrounded by a web of shallow cracks rapped within the reinforced layers.

“Stay low,” Emory instructed, placing a steadying hand on Cynthia’s shoulder.

The driver accelerated onto the main road as another round struck the vehicle with a dull metallic thud.

The armored body absorbed the impact.

No shattered windows.

No bullets entering the passenger compartment.

Just the unpleasant sound of someone repeatedly attempting to shoot through a vehicle that had been designed specifically to prevent that.

“Well,” I muttered, staring at the damaged glass, “I’m suddenly very grateful for military engineering.”

Emory looked at me.

“Amber.”

“What?”

“Perhaps save the commentary until we’re clear.”

“Fine.”

The soldier in the passenger seat was already speaking into his radio.

“Shots fired at the extraction vehicle. We’re clear of the mall entrance and moving along the designated route. Vehicle integrity intact. No reported injuries.”

Emory reached for his own communication device.

“Emory to command. We have an active shooter at the mall entrance. Deploy additional units immediately. Secure the surrounding area and establish whether any civilians have been injured.”

A voice answered through the radio.

“Understood. Units responding.”

“Make sure the two suspects already in custody remain secured. I don’t want anyone attempting to retrieve them during the confusion.”

“Confirmed.”

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I looked toward the rear window.

e mall was rapidly disappearing behind us.

The driver maintained a steady acceleration, taking us farther from the shopping center while the soldier beside him monitored incoming reports.

Cynthia slowly straightened in her seat.

“Are we safe?”

“For the moment,” Emory assured her. “The vehicle is armored. Those shots didn’t penetrate.”

She glanced toward the damaged window.

“That doesn’t look very reassuring.”

“That’s because it’s doing its job,” he explained. “The outer layers absorb the impact. The important part is that nothing came through.”

She nodded slowly.

“Right.”

I reached over and squeezed her hand.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so.” She looked at me. “Does this happen to you often?”

I considered the question.

“More often than I would like.”

She stared.

“That’s not comforting.”

“I wasn’t trying to be comforting. I was being accurate.”

Emory sighed.

“Amber, please.”

I smiled faintly.

“Sorry.”

Cynthia looked between us, then shook her head in disbelief.

“I genuinely don’t understand how either of you can be so calm.”

“Practice,” Emory answered.

“An unfortunate amount of practice,” I added.

She laughed nervously, although her fingers were still trembling.

Emory noticed and reached into a compartment beside his seat, retrieving a small bottle of water.

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“Here.”

She accepted it.

“Thank you.”

“Take a few sips. You’re safe.”

I watched as she opened the bottle.

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Then I noticed Emory looking at her again.

He seemed to be checking whether she was truly all right, although the expression on his face was considerably softer than the professional concern he usually displayed around other people.

I raised an eyebrow.

He caught me looking.

I smiled.

He narrowed his eyes.

I looked away innocently.

This was going to be entertaining.

“Amber,” Jason said through my earbud.

“I’m here.”

“I saw the shots fired at your vehicle.”

“Yes. Apparently someone wasn’t particularly pleased that I managed to escape.”

“I’ve identified the shooters,” he replied calmly. “I’m sending Emory the information now.”

I straightened.

“Shooters? Plural?”

“Two confirmed. One fired from a position near the parking structure, and the other was stationed across the road. I have images of both, along with the vehicle they used to approach the mall.”

Emory immediately checked the secure device attached to his belt.

A notification appeared.

He opened it, studying the information Jason had sent.

“Got it,” he said.

“Both suspects are still within the surrounding district,” Jason continued. “I’ve marked their last confirmed locations and sent you the camera footage. One appears to be moving toward the service road behind the mall. The other entered a vehicle approximately thirty seconds after your departure.”

Emory’s expression hardened.

“Understood. I’ll forward the information to the teams on-site.”

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“Already done,” Jason replied. “I’m sending you the additional footage so you can coordinate directly with the Commanders.”

I smiled faintly.

Of course he was.

My husband might have been sitting in an office miles away, but that had never stopped him from making himself useful.

“Jason,” I said, “have I told you lately how much I love your ability to invade security systems?”

“Several times, sweetheart.”

“Well, consider this another.”

“I’ll add it to the list.” T

Emory shook his head while reviewing the footage.

“Jason, the shooter near the parking structure appears to have changed clothes.”

“I noticed. I tracked him through three cameras before he entered the service corridor. The footage includes his face before and after the change.”

“Good. That should help.”

I leaned slightly toward Emory.

“Can you identify them?”

“Not yet. But Jason has provided clear images. We’ll run them through the appropriate databases.”

Cynthia, who had been listening quietly, looked toward me.

“Is your husband always this efficient?”

I smiled.

“Unfortunately, yes. It makes arguing with him rather difficult.”

Jason chuckled through the earbud.

“I heard that.”

“You were supposed to.”

Emory finished forwarding the information and returned his attention to the radio.

“Command, updated intelligence incoming. Two additional suspects identified. Prioritize locating them, but maintain civilian safety. I want both captured alive if possible.”

He paused, listening to the response.

“Yes. We need answers.”

I looked out the window, watching the buildings pass as the military vehicle carried us farther from the mall.

The danger had followed me from the streets into the shopping center and then all the way to the vehicle meant to

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protect me.

Someone had deployed multiple SUVs, armed men inside the mall, and now shooters positioned outside the building.

That was an extraordinary amount of effort to capture one person.

Or kill her.

“Jason,” I said quietly.

“I’m listening.”

“Do you think this was all planned in advance?”

There was a brief pause..

“Yes.”

I swallowed.

“Even the shooters outside the mall?”

“I can’t confirm when they were deployed, but their positions suggest they were prepared to intercept an extraction attempt.’

Emory nodded.

“I agree.”

I looked between the two men, one beside me and the other speaking through my earbud.

“Then whoever arranged this expected me to survive the chase.”

“Possibly,” Jason replied. “Or they prepared several contingencies.”

I leaned back against the seat.

That was somehow worse.

The people behind this hadn’t simply sent a few men to follow me.

They had anticipated that I might escape.

They had planned for the possibility that I would receive help.

And even after the military arrived, they had continued their attack.

I closed my eyes briefly.