The Jilted Genius: Out Of Your League

EAUMON

. The manuscripts my birth mother left me. They were the only

said suddenly. "Back t

a smooth U-turn. The car came to a s

it in the car.

s scanning the dar

lit but felt colder than the night air. My mother, Cynthia Beaumont, was

mth, filled only with suppressed rage. "Do you have any idea w

oward the staircase. "I'm

ing in this house belongs to the Beaumonts! You shameless girl, p

oked like a complete stranger. "First, a correction. I dumpe

oo between us. My birth mother, the genius physic

er at me. "You just want to kill me with anger!

ran up the stairs to my room. It was just as I h

or the jewelry. Instead, I pulled

. The papers were yellowed with age, but the equations and theories on

there. Her eyes fell on the box in my hands, her expression turning to one

o the door. Just as I pushed it ope

s massive rotors whipped up a gale, making the trees on the la

Vs drove up silently, forming a semicircl

r, saw the commotion, and clutched her mouth in horror. "My God, Fay

fixed on me, the fear in her gaze suddenly froze. A few seconds later, that

en't you? Fraud? Or did you steal some classified information?" ! I knew it-just after Jul

ous federal crime she's committed, it has absolutely nothing to do with

old you-you'd eventually get us into big trouble. Just

eces in place, their faces grim, quickly got out and esta

in front of me, his gaze locked with the lead agen

A uniform, with captain's bars on his shoulders, stepped out. He wa

mbfounded Cynthia. He stopped three paces in front of me,

Captain Marcus Grant. By order of the Joint Chiefs of Staff

d coolly, "I haven't fi

ched his lips. "Ma'am, we have a full Godiva

ed, sa

ed at the scene, her mouth agape. "Doc..

, due to matters of national security, I cannot disclose a

ly took the heavy wooden box from my hands, h

n on her face was a fascinating mix of t

rom this day forward, I have nothing

ward the waiting Black Hawk, esco

nding over security details. Then, Drake followed me onto the heli

rtable leather seat. An attendant immediately s

the figure of my mother at the mansion's entrance grow smaller