When The Unwanted Genius Breaks The Contract

Chapter 5

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the estate's main mansion, its tires kicking up thin white sm

's close friend, stood on the steps holding a

brought this baby

sparing a single glance for the passenger seat. Adelaide opened her own door

al, mocking gaze over A

kicked out of the Booth house? Pretty fac

ng completely as if he were thin air. Stung by her indifferenc

e of these in the entire world, and someone like y

iefly on the hood emblem,

s a birthday gift fo

before Sterling burst into loud, exaggerat

ought it? That is the funnies

ed and turned around, his deep bla

stom-ordered directly from the Swedish headquarters by an anony

himed in w

hose family trust fund was just frozen

he two men as if wat

you want. I'm ju

etween them, his tall frame radiating suffocat

Put away your gold-digging tricks, because the Mer

and met his freezing stare

e germaphobe, and I have zero interest in

atant defiance. Behind him, Sterling kept fanning the flames while several

ild stories to get your attention. Claiming a global limited-edition hypercar as

eyes deepened, sealin

ing, but completely lac

f proving herself, sweeping a

not capital

sed his glas

ou pull another hypercar out of th

he corner of her

ng in the right mood. I have no obl

d iron-gray as he sp

d rede

rode through the front doors, followed by a chuckling Sterling. Adelaide calmly brushe

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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.”