Genius Kids' Scheme Claiming Daddy's Billionaire Empire novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75

The Haven Enterprise boardroom was a battlefield of hidden agendas this morning. Adam sat at the head, his wheelchair positioned precisely, while Thomas stood vigilantly at his side. Across the table, Victor Haven’s smile had all the warmth of a shark circling its

prey.

“Recent overseas investments have shown serious losses, Victor’s voice dripped honey–coated poison. “Our dear CEO seems to have missed taking timely action. If I hadn’t stepped in personally? He spread his hands in mock helplessness. “Heaven knows how much worse it could have been.*

Adam’s poker face remained perfect, though his fingers tightened ever so slightly on his wheelchair’s armrest. “What specific losses are we talking about?”

“You don’t know?” Victor’s eyebrows shot for the ceiling like they were trying to escape his face. “Well, I suppose that’s understandable, given how… reclusive you’ve become lately. Our key overseas project hit a major cash flow crisis. We had to inject emergency funds just to keep it afloat. Surely someone told you? No? His tone shifted from concerned uncle to condescending jerk faster than a sports car switching lanes. “Makes you wonder what’s been keeping our CEO so… distracted, doesn’t it?”

“I received exactly zero notifications about this,” Adam stated, his voice cool enough to give penguins the chills.

Victor’s laugh could have frozen hell over. “Now that’s interesting, isn’t it? A CEO completely out of the loop on such a massive crisis in his own company. Maybe the responsibilities are becoming too much to handle?” His gaze swept the room like a spotlight at a prison break. “Given your current… condition, perhaps the board should consider some additional leadership support. For your own well–being, of course.”

Adam’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly. His uncle’s true intentions couldn’t have been more obvious if he’d hired a skywriter – this was a straight–up power play. Victor had always been about as subtle as a bull in a china shop when it came to his ambitions, never bothering to hide his thirst for power. Every word dripped with insinuation that Adam was unfit to lead. Those honeyed concerns about his “well–being” were nothing but daggers wrapped in silk.

The temperature in the room dropped faster than a skydiver without a parachute as Adam’s steel–gray eyes locked onto his uncle. “Since I received no notification, why don’t you enlighten us, Uncle Victor? Through what channels was this information supposedly communicated? Who handled it?” His voice could have cut diamonds. “Once we identify who’s been dropping the ball, they’ll be updating their resume. Immediately.”

The silence that followed was so thick you could have built a house on it. Board members suddenly found their tablets fascinating, like they’d just discovered the meaning of life in their email. Victor’s smile flickered like a faulty light bulb – but long enough for Adam to catch it.

“Let’s not jump to conclusions about blame,” Victor recovered smoother than a conman working his mark. “A good leader looks inward first, wouldn’t you say? Though of course,” his smile turned sharper than a surgeon’s scalpel, “as CEO, who would dare question your judgment?”

The tension stretched tighter than designer jeans at a buffet before Victor abruptly pushed back his chair. “Today’s meeting was meant to address the overseas invement losses. But since our CEO appears completely in the dark, continuing seems pointless.” He adjusted his tie like he was straightening a crown. “I have other commitments. Good day, gentlemen.”

Several board members trailed after Victor like groupies after a rock star. The remaining directors sat frozen like mannequins, waiting for Adam’s signal. His face might have been carved from marble as he nodded once, dismissing them. Only when the last suit disappeared did Thomas step forward to guide his wheelchair from the room.

Something of this agnitude failing to reach his desk – it reeked worse than week–old sushi.

The orchestrator behind this wasn’t exactly a mystery worthy of Sherlock Holmes. Victor’s fingerprints were all over this scheme, carefully arranged to make Adam look about as competent as a chocolate teapot.

But the shareholders wouldn’t care about the behind–the–scenes drama. Results were all that mattered in their world. They would

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see only a CEO who had dropped the ball harder than a butter–fingered quarterback.

The investigation team is already on it, Thomas reported. “Should have answers faster than you can say corporate espionage.“”

Adam stayed put, attacking his inbox like it had personally offended him. As noon crept up, exhaustion began painting dark circles under his eyes. He massaged the bridge of his nose, a habit that surfaced when deep in thought. His uncle’s faction had been getting bolder than a caffeinated squirrel lately, stirring up bigger and bigger messes.

“Sir, it’s getting late, Thomas ventured carefully. ‘Dr. Sterling was pretty clear about not pushing yourself too hard. Maybe we should head back?

Adam nodded slightly, the morning’s power play clearly having taken its toll. As Thomas guided him toward the parking garage, exhaustion began seeping through the cracks in his CEO armor. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ward off a headache that felt like it was trying to split his skull.

They were almost home when Adam suddenly spoke. “Stop here.”

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