A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 57

He moved toward the private elevator that led to one of the permanent suites owned by his company.

To avoid recognition, he yanked off his suit jacket and briefly pulled it over his head as he walked past cameras.

He reached the suite.

Entered.

Locked it.

And braced himself against the door as the drug took full effect.

Amber

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The hallway felt too long.

The man with glasses was stillbeside me.

“You look unwell, ma’am. There are private suites upstairs.”

My thoughts were scattered.

Yes. Suite.

Jason’s suite.

Ours.

“I just need air,” I murmured.

“I can escort you.”

His hand pressed lightly at my back.

Guiding.

Directing.

Not forcing. 1

But steering.

The room he opened was not ours.

I didn’t register that immediately.

The lights were dim.

The air heavy.

He lit something.

Sweet.

Thick.

Overpowering.

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My pulse slammed harder.

He slipped out quietly.

The lock clicked behind him.

And then-

A low groan.

From the bedroom.

I moved toward it slowly.

There was a man on the bed.

Suit jacket discarded.

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Hair slightly disheveled.

He shifted.

Rolled.

And the light caught his face.

Jason.

Relief and fury collided in my chest.

I rushed to him.

“They drugged you too,” I whispered.

His eyes opened slowly.

Sharp despite the haze.

“Yes.”

Understanding settled between us.

This had been calculated.

Separate us.

Compromise us.

Film it.

Destroy us.

I extinguished the incense immediately, smothering it under a heavy cloth.

Jason pushed himself upright with visible effort.

“They expected you with another man,” he said roughly.

“And you with another woman,” I answered.

He looked at me then.

Truly looked at me.

“They just declared war.”

Marcus – POV

Marcus moved through the ballroom with growing urgency.

His phone call with Jason replayed in his head.

Drugged.

Amber possibly drugged.

Separated.

This wasn’t coincidence.

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this was coordinated.

He scanned the room.

Amber wasn’t at her table.

Not near the bar.

Not near the investors.

He signaled discreetly to two trusted security men stationed across the venue.

“Find Mrs. Amber. Now.”

His pulse pounded harder with every passing minute.

He checked the security feed access on his phone.

Nothing obvious.

l’oo clean.

That made it worse.

He headed toward the east corridor.

Empty.

He checked the elevators.

Spoke to staff.

One waiter avoided eye contact.

Marcus grabbed him by the arm.

“Where is she?”

“I-I don’t know-”

Marcus released him only when attention started drawing toward them.

Too public.

Think.