Genius Kids' Scheme Claiming Daddy's Billionaire Empire novel Chapter 332

Morning sunlight caught Adamid email when he noticed the whispers. Conversations that died whenever he rolled past, only to spark back up the second he was gone.

Thomas burst in without knocking, coffee sloshing dangerously as he hustled through the door.

“Got dirt on the Wright situation,” he said, dropping into the chair across from Adam. “They’re calling in favors with every fryer who owes them. Might actually get Samantha off those kidnapping charges.

Adam’s fingers froze over his keyboard. “How?

“The usual tricks.” Thomas leaned forward, lowering his voice. “Half the judges in this city are in Wright’s pocket. Plus they’ve got media connections to spin this into some big misunderstanding.” He made air quotes with his fingers.

Adam’s jaw twitched. “Handle it,” he said, his quiet tone more threatening than any shouting Whatever it takes. Wright family gets nowhere with this.”

Thomas grinned, energy practically radiating off him. “Say no more. That woman isn’t walking away from this. He drummed his fingers on the desk. “Nobody tries to hurt Irene and gets away with it. Not on our watch.”

As the door clicked shut behind Thomas, his mind buzzed with determination. He’d seen it firsthand–how Samantha’s guys had nearly grabbed Irene in M Country. How scared those kids would’ve been if they’d succeeded. Some lines you just don’t cross.

Across town, Victor ended his call with Wright, a smirk playing on his lips as he tossed his phone onto the desk. One last payment for his support–simple enough. The boy wonder had finally slipped up.

If Adam wanted to play hardball, Victor would crush him with the only weapon that mattered: George Haven’s disapproval.

Night fell over Silver City. Lights blazed from every window of Haven Mansion as family members trickled in like reluctant teenagers called to answer for broken curfew. George’s summons had been abrupt–nobody dared ignore it.

Adam rolled in last. Conversations died instantly. Eyes darted his way, then quickly found something fascinating about the

silverware.

Victor sat ramrod straight beside their father, wearing concern like a Halloween mask. The cook set the final dishes down in silence you could almost touch.

George surveyed the table with narrowed eyes. “Eat,” he said, the single word landing like a hammer on glass.

Forks scraped plates. Empty pleasantries bounced around. Adam took a bite of salmon, seemingly the only person not choking on tension. His cousins from the third branch exchanged glances, clearly enjoying the drama they weren’t involved in. His aunt Elena leaned forward slightly, not wanting to miss anything.

Victor set his glass down with a soft clink.

‘Everyone’s talking,” he said, his voice dripping with fake reluctance About our CEO getting mixed up with some woman.”

The table froze.

Engaged before. Cheated. Three kids. Thrown out by her own family Victor ticked off each point like he was reading a shopping list. “Silver City’s favorite gossip a few years back.”

He turned to George, concern plastered on his face. “Dad, you hear about this?”

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Chapter 332

George’s eyes darkened, but he ignored his son and looked straight Adam. Everyone held their breath.

“That true?” George asked, his quiet voice filling the room. “Got a woman like that?”

Every eye locked on Adam. He chewed slowly, took a sip of water, then met his grandfather’s gaze. Irene’s face flashed in his mind her focused expression when treating his legs, her laughter with the kids, her quiet strength. A surge of protectiveness washed over him. Victor could come after him all day, but dragging her name through the mud? That crossed a line.

“Samantha Wright hired a thug to attack someone,” he said simply. She deserves what she gets.

Victor’s eyes narrowed at the dodge.

“You want somebody like het in our family?” Adam continued, tilting his head toward his uncle. ‘Would you, Grandfather?”

George frowned, pushing his plate away slightly. “Hell no.

“We’re talking about you and Irene Sterling!” Victor snapped, mask sipping. “Not Samantha!”

Adam popped an olive into his mouth, looking almost bored. “Show me where you’ve seen us together,” he said, voice casual but carrying to every corner. “She treats my condition. We’re neighbors. Since when does Silver City freak out because neighbors are friendly?”

He glanced around the table. “What, you all hate your neighbors or something?”

The silence stretched on uncomfortably long. A cousin from the fourth branch cleared his throat, then thought better of speaking and reached for his water instead.

“Besides,” Adam added, waving his fork slightly, “with Dr. Sterling’s standing in medicine, Haven would be the lucky one in that equation.” He took another bite. “Not that there’s anything happening.”

Thomas, standing quietly against the wall with the other staff, caught Adam’s eye briefly. The slight tightening around Adam’s mouth when he mentioned “nothing happening” told Thomas all he needed to know.

“Sir,” Thomas said to George, breaking protocol by speaking during family dinner, “Wright’s people almost hurt Adam too. That’s why he went after them.”

George’s face transformed instantly. “They hurt you?” he demanded, fork hitting the table.

“I’m fine,” Adam said, softening his tone slightly for his grandfather.

George whipped toward Victor, eyes flashing. “Cut ties with Wright. Now.”

“Yes, Father,” Victor managed, his face drained of color.

Adam watched his uncle’s knuckles turn white around his fork. He took a slow bite, savoring the moment.

“Oh, by the way,” he said casually, “that overseas money problem you’re supposed to fix? Deadline’s almost up. Don’t fill it by month–end, control comes back to us.”

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