The Discarded Genius Heiress Strikes Back

d green on the screen. SYSTEM

ing and stained with cold coffee, f

y-two sleepless hours. She slumped back into the leather seat of th

flaw just minutes before the deadline, securing the ma

photo of her fiancé, Julien Levine, his handsome face cu

he Cypress Club. Our whole future is riding on you,

temples, a soft, exhauste

e engineering degree at Columbia University to pour her blood, sweat, and tear

t. They were final

Side, the glowing city lights blurr

ering a sympathetic glance at her wrinkled clothes and pale fac

heels sinking into the plush wool

when she told him they had won the contract. But as she approached th

andle, but froze mid-air when a

Kiersten. It's

intimate purr-a tone he usually res

m the true daughter of the Parrish family. Why do I have to keep watchin

eath hitche

er entire life that she was just an orphan, a m

he Parrishes had kicked her out without a penny, completely erasing

old, cruel sound that sent

dog the Parrish family th

D contract is signed and the financing clears tomorrow, I'll break it to her. She can't even af

ging out. "That's more like it. I've already started lo

My bride can

lway. The blood roaring in her ears drowned

It was all a carefully constructed, disgusting lie. She wasn't his partner. She was a

was suddenly gone, replaced by

ed the d

g the wall with a dull thud. The

intimately in his lap. Across from them sat Caleb Nas

ettling into a practiced, smooth mask. Kiersten's eyes

"The little programmer crawled out of her c

cheek. "She probably wants to show off. Like typ

hands up in a fake, conciliatory gesture. "Caddie. You shouldn't b

next month?" Caddie's voi

ie, be reasonable. I needed her family's connections. You know wh

she asked softly. "D

ulien rolled his eyes, clearly ou

e long seconds. Then, the corners of

finished

heel and walked out. The heavy mahogany door clicked

face as she stepped out onto the sidewalk

e hidden backdoor to Levine Dynamics'central serve

e red command icon. The "

e algorithm, every data model, and every piece

MAND EXECUTED. NO

eleted Juli

verything you owe

stom black Bentley glided out of the darkne

face of a distinguished older man. His sharp, calculating eyes loc

carrying the heavy weight of old money a