Genius Kids' Scheme Claiming Daddy's Billionaire Empire novel Chapter 99

Genius Kids‘ Scheme: Claiming Daddy’s Billionaire Empire

Chapter 99

The Wright home glowed with evening light as Samantha kicked offer heels in the foyer. Her mother looked up from the sofa, television remote in hand, instantly spotting trouble in her daughter’s expression.

“Yikes, that face. No Adam tonight?” she asked, patting the cushion Beside her.

Samantha flopped down dramatically, letting her head fall back. “Oh got to his place alright. And guess what? Some woman was

there.”

A gorgeous woman who looked like she rolled out of bed stumming, she added silently. She’d waited in her car until midnight, watching the mystery woman finally leave Adam’s house before driving home with her mind spinning worst–case scenarios.

Her mother’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Honey, men like Adam always have women buzzing around. Trust me, it means absolutely nothing.”

She thought back to her own climb into high society–the rivals she’d outmaneuvered, the connections she’d leveraged. Young women like Samantha didn’t understand the patience required to land a man like Adam Haven.

“Listen,” she continued, lowering the TV volume, “our families go way back. We’ve had this marriage thing on the table forever. Marcus and Sophia are totally on board. So why the doom and gloom?”

Samantha picked at her nail polish, replaying every interaction she’d ever had with Adam. Last month’s charity gala when she’d approached him–his polite nod, the way he’d excused himself after barely two minutes. The board meeting where she’d waited outside for an hour just to “accidentally” bump into him–his distant smile, the way Thomas had immediately stepped in to whisk

him away.

Then tonight… watching that woman casually stroll into his house like she belonged there. No doorbell. No hesitation. The difference was stark and humiliating.

“You didn’t see it, Mom,” she said quietly. “When I show up, he literally can’t get away fast enough. But this woman? His assistant practically welcomed her like family.” She twisted a strand of hair around her finger. “Adam doesn’t let anyone in his space. Everyone knows that. Yet she walked right in like…”

Like she mattered. Like she was different.

Her mother waved dismissively. “That’s probably just some business associate or a doctor or something. Adam’s focused on work, you know that.”

Samantha sighed, unconvinced. “Maybe, but something feels off.”

Her mother squeezed her hand, rings glinting in the light. “Look, if you’re that worried, I can swing by for coffee with Sophia. Get the real scoop.”

Samantha leaned against her mother’s shoulder with a tiny pout. “Maybe.”

As her mother’s attention drifted back to her show, Samantha’s thoughts hardened. Doesn’t matter who she is. I’ve hustled too hard to get pushed aside now.

The future Mrs. Haven title–with all its perks–belonged to her. Shed literally shaped her entire life around it. No random wo was walking off with her prize.

Game on.

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Chapter 99

Morning sunlight bounced of the hospital’s glass facade as Irene crossed the street. She’d decided against bringing her grandfather for what would be a quick check on Brandon’s recovery.

Her steps faltered when she speated Richard loitering near the entrance. Seriously? Why is he here? She pivoted, planning a strategic

retreat.

Too late.

‘Irene!‘ His voice cut through the morning bustle as he jogged toward her, all perfect teeth and designer suit.

She stopped reluctantly, her expression hardening to granite: “What

Richard’s eyes swept over her, his smile firmly in place. “Here to see Brandon too?”

Behind that smile, his thoughts raced. Damn, she’s even hotter than last time. Her image had been stuck in his head for days. Up close, she was ridiculous–those eyes, that mouth, that effortless thing she had that no amount of money could buy.

But each encounter with her only highlighted how much she’d changed. This Irene was nothing like the one he’d almost married. Her confidence wasn’t just for show–it radiated from her like a force field. The sharp intelligence in her eyes made him feel like she could see right through his bullshit.

Where was the woman who’d once at least pretended to tolerate him? This version looked at him like he was something stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

“No,” Irene replied, arching an eyebrow at his lingering gaze before turning away.

He fell into step beside her. “We haven’t really talked since you got back. Since we bumped into each other anyway, how about

lunch? My treat.”

Irene stopped dead, voice dropping to freezer–burn levels. “We’re not even remotely at lunch–together stage.”

Richard’s face shifted to practiced sincerity. “Are you still hung up on our broken engagement? That wasn’t my call–family pressure, you know? You get it–people like us don’t exactly get to pick who we marry…”

“Are you done?” Irene cut him off, crossing her arms.

Inside, she cringed. The way Richard talked, you’d think they’d lived some epic love story–not a business arrangement their families cooked up. The theatrics made her want to hurl.

“Listen closely,” she said, each word precise. “I don’t care whose call it was. That engagement is ancient history. We have zero relationship. Next time we cross paths? Let’s play strangers.” She added with a final glare: “And seriously, stop bugging me.”

She walked away without a backward glance, heels clicking purposefully against the pavement.

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