Betrayed I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 95

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I hadn’t expected anything pleasant from him.

But Zane just smiled, glancing at Vera beside Gavin, playing the perfect gentleman. “You’ll understand when you find someone you like, Gavín.”

We all stepped into the elevator.

No matter how poised and capable Vera usually was, being teased so openly still brought a faint blush to her cheeks.

She lowered her head slightly, and then Gavin’s voice came, laced with meaning. “Then why don’t you go pick up the person you like?”

Vera seemed not to fully grasp his implication.

But the atmosphere in the elevator grew palpably tense.

I caught the brief discomfort on Zane’s face and almost laughed aloud. When I lifted my gaze, I found Gavin staring directly at me.

“Team Leader Windsor, isn’t the project keeping you busy? No need for overtime?” He was firing shots at everyone now.

His tone carried that classic capitalist weight–as if we were all machines meant to run around the clock.

My faint smile vanished. “The remaining work can be done from home,” I stated plainly.

“Oh.” He nodded, a thoughtful, almost taunting look in his eyes. “So a lovestruck mind can still focus on work after hours?”

I’m not someone who embarrasses easily.

But in that moment, I wished the elevator shaft would swallow me whole.

Probably everyone still believed I’d married Zane out of some desperate, all–consuming love.

So Zane, completely missing my discomfort, even smirked with a hint of pride. “Stop teasing her. She’s shy.”

Just then, the elevator settled smoothly at the basement level.

We all stepped out. Another elevator door opened nearby, and a department head rushed out, slightly breathless, heading straight for Gavin, “Mr. Windsor, there’s an urgent document requiring your signature.”

Gavin’s expression shifted to seriousness. He took the document, pulled a pen from his suit pocket, and signed with smooth, practiced strokes.

I knew that handwriting.

He’d once taught me calligraphy–my own penmanship still carried echoes of his.

I was about to turn away when my eyes caught on the pen in his hand. I stared, a little uncertain. “Gavin… why do you have that pen?”

It was the birthday gift I’d given Charles.

A custom, one–of–a–kind design–there shouldn’t be another like it.

“He gave it to me.” Gavin raised a brow, capping the pen without a hint of unease, tucking it methodically back into his pocket. “He insisted it suited me. So it was from you?”

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Betrayed? I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother

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Chapter 95

I had nothing to say to that.

But remembering the custom Batman emblem engraved on the cap, I couldn’t imagine Charles thinking it “suited” Gavin.

What did he have in common with Batman?

He was the last person I’d expect to believe in superheroes.

After Zane and I walked away, I noticed Vera’s gaze linger on the pen barely visible in Gavin’s pocket. She seemed to relax almost imperceptibly.

Zane took me to an upscale restaurant. He’d even arranged a private booking.

His sincerity in apologizing was evident.

“About Max… I truly misjudged the situation,” Zane said after we’d ordered, his tone earnest across the table. “And those angry words you said last time… let’s just pretend I never heard them, alright?”

With the place cleared out, only the soft melody of a piano drifted through the room–the kind of scene straight out of a romantic drama.

Following the script, the heroine should gracefully accept and let bygones be bygones.

But as I listened to the piano, I only smiled faintly and asked, “What about Amelia? She falsely accused me. You once demanded I apologize to her. Shouldn’t she apologize to me now?”

Zane’s fingers stilled. He frowned slightly. “She was just… anxious in the moment.”

“Whether it was a moment of panic or intentional, you know the truth now, don’t you?”

I had to admire his capacity for self–deception.

I held his gaze, my own clear and steady. Finally, he yielded with a sigh. “Elara, she was wrong in this. I can compensate you on her behalf…”

Mid–sentence, his phone vibrated on the table.

I didn’t need to see the caller ID. The resigned look on his face told me it was Amelia.

“Sorry, let me take this first.”

I let out a soft, cold laugh. “Go ahead.”

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