The Jilted Genius: Out Of Your League

Chapter 5

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s clearly not designed with rear passengers in mind. The air,

probably don't get to ride in supercars of this caliber often. I

ssenger seat. His eyes were closed, an impatient look on his face,

onditions with a professional driver. In Manhattan traf

that I'd called him out. "Miss F- seems to know a lo

n flaw. The cooling system has a 1.7% chance of a sudden efficiency drop after runni

t. Spencer's mouth

, and for the first time, his piercing blue eyes focused on

aid calmly, "I gave this car t

r. Spencer slammed on the brakes, the tires screech

angry horns behind us. "You gave him this car? Are you kidd

d at me, his gaze as sharp as a sc

oice still level, "I suggest you drive it gently.

glance from Huston silenced him. Huston took the whee

was quiet, and Huston was completely silent, but

as a classic Norman-style manor, old and grand

out, Arthur Rasmussen, a vibrant, smiling, silver-hair

is arms and gave me a warm hug, completely ignoring the

"Arthur, it's been a while.

d heartily. He turned to Huston and Spencer. "You tw

swallowed a fly and gla

, Grandpa." His eyes, however, never lef

oul temper, only knows how to play that stupid game of his. I swear, I

ers fans wouldn't b

earth. Arthur guided me to the most comfortable sofa and t

er shouted in unison, their

er had served and took a small sip,

t. I've decided. Faye will be the future matriarch of the Rasmussen fa

t me, his eyes filled with anger, confusion, a

's been a misunderstanding. I have no inter

thur's turn t

d with a barely concealed flicker of satisfaction. Spencer was just a spectator enjo

uston. "It seems we both need to

surprise, nodded. For the fir

ng, then a sly, fox-like smile spread across his

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The Jilted Genius: Out Of Your League

Dolores Modern

“At my grand engagement party at the Waldorf Astoria, I stood perfectly dressed, a prop in a play for New York's elite. But instead of a toast, my fiancé Julian took the microphone and publicly announced he was ending our engagement because he was deeply in love with my adopted sister, Annabel. The ballroom erupted in mocking whispers. Annabel threw herself into his arms, playing the perfect weeping victim, while my own mother rushed the stage to comfort her. "My dear child, it's not your fault. It's fate." Later, my father even tried to call the police on me, falsely accusing me of being a dangerous fugitive just to ruin my life and appease his greed. They all waited for my hysterical breakdown, thinking I was just a useless, uneducated girl who desperately needed the Beaumont family name to survive. They had no idea that the daughter they were throwing away was actually a top-tier national security asset, a genius physicist whose classified research was heavily guarded by the Pentagon. So, I didn't shed a single tear. "I'm officially informing you that you're dumped." I calmly tossed the massive diamond ring into the champagne tower and walked out the door. As black military helicopters descended on the estate lawn to escort me to my new life, I watched my toxic family's faces turn pale with terror, and I finally chose to live for myself.”