Genius Kids' Scheme Claiming Daddy's Billionaire Empire novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344

rrecting hall felt like a free or coffee cups and water glasses Ilmed the long table, waiting for nervous shareholders who’d been summoned with almost no notice. At the head, a partition screen framed a chair that sat slightly higher than the rest–power play

Thomas nddled with the video setup one last time, then glanced at Adam. The boss sat stone–faced in his wheelchair, not a hint of yesterday’s nightmare showing through his mask.

Victor walked in like he owned the place, nodding to board members who filed in behind him. Everyone kept shooting looks between uncle and nephew like they were expecting a showdown at high noon. Upstairs, George watched from the observation area, his presence felt before he was even spotted.

You could cut the tension with a knife. An emergency meeting called overnight? Nobody believed this was routine business.

Adam’s hands rested on the table next to his coffee and some papers As the room settled, he cleared his throat.

“Thanks for coming on such short notice,” he said, voice carrying through the quiet. “I’ll get straight to the point. I’m taking back all overseas management authority from Victor, effective now.”

The room practically exploded in silent shock. Jaws dropped while Victor’s smile froze mid–charm.

Thomas stepped up and tapped his tablet. The screen behind Adam it up with charts–all pointing down.

“Here’s what we found,” Thomas said, all business. “First, someone made unauthorized investments in high–risk shell companies using our name. We lost big.”

He swiped to the next slide. “Nobody approved these decisions. Company funds were misused. When problems came up, someone tried to sweep it all under the rug.”

Victor’s knuckles went white.

“Worst of all,” Thomas continued, “when given a month to fix it, Victor sold company assets instead of using his own money to cover his mistakes.”

Thomas’s voice turned to steel. “Bottom line–he failed every test of leadership. We’re taking back all his overseas authority. Today.”

The silence was deafening. Not even a chair squeak broke it.

Adam gestured to the papers beside him. “All the evidence is here if anyone wants to look. Questions welcome.”

His eyes swept the room before landing on Victor. “I can handle honest mistakes. But some lines you just don’t cross.”

He didn’t spell it out, but everyone got the message. This wasn’t just about business.

Victor glared at Adam, breathing like he’d run a marathon. His hand shook on his leg as the humiliation sank in. He’d come expecting a coronation, not an execution.

The other shareholders looked at Victor like he was yesterday’s trash. His screw–ups had cost them money–why shouldn’t he pay?

Adam!” Victor jumped up, voice cracking. “What about what you signed last night?!”

Confused whispers filled the room as everyone looked to Adam.

Adam’s face gave nothing away. “What are you talking about?”

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He tore through his briefcase like a madman, checking every pocket is moves getting more desperate by the second. Nothing The signatures were gone.

The shareholders traded looks, smirking now. Just another sad attempt to save his skin.

Adam watched Victor fall apart with ice in his veins. The electronic gnature he’d used was designed to fade after hours–insurance against exactly this kind of stunt.

Looking at his uncle’s panic, Adam felt nothing but cold satisfaction The man had actually kidnapped Irene to force his hand. Now Victor was watching his castle crumble to dust..

Go after Irene, and this is what you get, Adam thought. I don’t just win–1 bury you.

A crack like a gunshot made everyone jump as George slammed his cane against the upstairs railing.

“Victor!” The old man’s voice boomed with fury. “Stripping your management rights has my full backing!”

The room froze. George might have stepped back from running things, but his word was still law at Haven.

Victor went ghost–white. His father hadn’t been this angry in forever. With his last lifeline gone, he felt Adam’s cold stare cutting through him. His legs wobbled as he grabbed the table to stay upright, looking like a man who’d just watched his future vanish.

“Any objections?” Thomas asked, scanning the room.

After silence, one shareholder raised his hand.

“No objection,” he said firmly, “but why should the company eat these losses? Victor should pay out of his own pocket.”

And just like that, the dam broke.

“Damn right!” Another shareholder leaned in. “Why should we cover his mess?”

“He needs to pay for everything–every penny!”

“This is on him, not the company!”

The sharks were circling now. Another shareholder went for blood.

“Adam, sir–if he can’t fix this mess completely, he should give up some of his shares as payment for damaging the company.”

The room went quiet again, but this silence was different–hungry. Everyone there would happily grab a piece of Victor’s stake.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Victor shouted, pointing wildly. “You can’t—”

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