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When The Unwanted Genius Breaks The Contract

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 803    |    Released on: Today at 15:46

Richard Booth stood behind his mahogany desk, his face dark wit

ss Adelaide was taken away by a squad of heavily armed u

glass onto the wood, splashing amber

en been back for a month and she's a

desk, fanning the flame

ing her of her inheritance rights immediately, be

y back and forth, roar

d that girl has! Let her rot

offee, her lips curving into a triumphant sneer as she

ssive blast doors of an underground defense research base. The blast doors parted with a heavy hydraulic hiss, allowing the convoy to pu

risp white anti-static lab coat with a red badge representing top-level national defense cl

inal calculation for the quantum encry

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ong fingers blurred over the virtual keyboard. Around the room, the country's top s

nth variable group. The algorithmic framework for the

s face fell i

take at least three months, but the Depa

pulling a swivel chair over to sit do

? Give me thi

n creeping forward at a visible pace. Twenty minutes later, a clear chime echoed through

l white-haired professors with reddened, tearful eyes. Adelaide t

ll leave the physical encaps

y and handed her a cup of

ional treasure! You saved

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sure the final payment hits

a special restricted number. She pressed answer, and the gruff, energetic voice of Archiba

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et out a he

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into a series of dramatic, w

p again these past few days. If only

sighed he

Text me the time and add

ugged off her white lab coat

need to head over to

erground base's garage and entered a Manhattan tunnel, car

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When The Unwanted Genius Breaks The Contract
When The Unwanted Genius Breaks The Contract
“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.”