When The Unwanted Genius Breaks The Contract

Chapter 2

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“I was brought back to the wealthy Booth family after spending my life in a Midwest slum. But less than a month later, my Wall Street fiancé slammed his keys on the table to break off our engagement. "Brittanie is the one I actually love. Ghetto trash like you isn't worthy." Brittanie, my parents' beloved adopted daughter, deliberately threw herself onto the rug and cried that I had pushed her. Without a second thought, my biological mother demanded I apologize or she would cut off my trust fund. When I refused and packed my bags, my biological father even called 911, falsely reporting me as a wanted criminal just to sever ties and protect their pristine reputation. They mocked me as an uneducated dropout, sneering that a slum rat like me wouldn't survive a single day in New York without their charity. I looked at the people who were supposed to be my closest blood relatives, feeling nothing but cold disgust. How could they be so blindly arrogant? They had no idea I was a top-tier national defense scientist and a globally worshiped chess grandmaster. I didn't waste a single breath trying to explain myself to clowns. I simply grabbed my encrypted flash drive, walked out the front doors, and stepped directly into a bulletproof military SUV waiting under the deafening roar of twin Black Hawk helicopters.”