Betrayed? I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273

She’d convinced them to pour massive investment into a drug that was… nothing special.

Seeing a slow, genuine smile spread across Amelia’s face, Wilbert was bewildered. “What are you smiling about? Have you figured out how to explain this to the Windsor family elders? Don’t you dare drag me down with you…” He knew her primary backer was the Windsor matriarch.

Amelia chuckled. “Don’t worry. She’ll be thrilled.”

After all, that old woman’s ultimate goal was to control Elara for life. Now, Elara was on the verge of alienating both the Sinclairs and Gavin. So what if she had some shady connection with Gavin? Businessmen were driven by profit. Once he saw her for the fraud she was, not only would he withdraw his support, he’d probably want to crush her.

Soon, the Sinclairs and Gavin would make Elara’s life a living hell, without the old lady needing to lift a finger.

After Wilbert left, Amelia sat at her desk, the scenario playing out in her head. She started to laugh, a low, gleeful sound that grew louder and more

unrestrained.

After several minutes, she finally calmed down enough to pick up her phone and dial a number. “It’s me. Any feedback data from Elara’s trial yet?”

“Not yet.”

“Tell me the second it comes in!” Amelia ordered. She walked to the window, gazing out at the city, a triumphant smile permanently etched on her face.

It was as if she could already see Elara’s world crumbling into dust.

Elara’s POV

I sat in the sleek, modern expanse of Benjamin’s corner office on the top floor of the Sinclair building, listening as he outlined the project with calm precision.

It was a chronic disease management platform. Patients would log daily metrics like blood sugar, blood pressure, and any symptoms. An AI would then provide tailored advice, personalized wellness plans, and prompt intervention measures.

It was a fantastic concept. Many chronic patients didn’t make frequent hospital visits and could easily miss early warning signs. A platform like this, something patients wouldn’t mind using daily for instant feedback, could be a game–changer.

The problem, from a business perspective, was that it was a money pit – time–consuming, labor–intensive, and with shaky profitability. The only monetization strategy I could see was a subscription model.

set down the project brief, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “What’s the planned pricing structure?” I asked. Price it too high, and the older demographic would balk. More importantly, many chronic patients were already financially drained by their conditions.

Benjamin, sensing my concern, shook his head. “It’s free. We’re building it as a free public platform.”

Free?” I couldn’t hide my surprise.

Yes.” A small, genuine smile touched his lips. “My grandfather often says, ‘Look after yourself when you’re of modest means; seek to benefit all when you’re uccessful. This is one of the projects he personally asked me to fast–track.”

stilled. I’d heard whispers about the Sinclair family’s philanthropic ventures before. But, maybe after being immersed in the Windsor family’s world for so ong, I’d cynically written it off as good PR for a powerful clan.

I was wrong. The Sinclairs were the real deal. They genuinely wanted to help people, in tangible, meaningful ways.

A pang of shame washed over me for my earlier assumption. I was about to speak when Benjamin continued.

“This project has been missing a key consultant with expertise in traditional medicine,” he said, his gaze steady on me. “The question is, are you willing to come

on board?”

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didn’t need to think twice. “I’d be honored.”

t aligned with everything my parents had ever taught me. Chronic diseases might not be ‘curable‘ in the traditional sense, but managed properly, they didn’t

tave to shorten lives.

jenjamin seemed to have expected my answer. “My initial thought is a monthly retainer for your advisory role. Once the platform is stable-

If it’s a charity project, let me contribute my share. No fee necessary.” I interrupted gently but firmly. “But I can’t neglect my clinic hours or the Windsor Group roject. I’d only be able to dedicate a day or two a week here,”

That’s more than enough.” Benjamin conceded with a nod, respecting my decision. He’d find another way to thank her later. His eyes held a clear, undisguised ppreciation and respect.

I was at that moment a figure appeared in the open doorway. Gavin leaned against the frame, one eyebrow arched. He rapped his knuckles lightly on the door. Poaching my lead scientist, Benjamin? A little heads–up would’ve been polite.”

enjamin looked over, a wry smile playing on his lips. “I wouldn’t call it poaching. To my knowledge, Dr. Windsor isn’t technically a Windsor Group employee.”

Touché

Javin’s lips twitched. He ignored Benjamin, his focus shifting entirely to me. “You done here? Let’s go home.”

Just about.” I wasn’t sure what game he was playing, but I stood up, addressing Benjamin. “Then, Mr. Sinclair, please have your project team contact me directly with any follow–ups.”

Of course.” Benjamin rose, walking us to the door.

As we moved down the hall, Gavin casually slung an arm around my shoulders, a blatant, possessive gesture if I’d ever seen one. Benjamin watched us go, a aint, somewhat resigned amusement in his eyes. The guy practically wanted to stuff me in his pocket.

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