Genius Kids‘ Scheme: Claiming Daddy’s Billionaire Empire
Chapter 125
“Gotta run,” he said reluctantly Crisis with the Westbrook project.”
Anna nodded with perfect understanding. “Go. I’ll be fine.”
“I’ll swing by tomorrow,” he promised, standing. “Just rest and keep your mind off all this mess, okay?”
“I will,” she said softly. “Don’t work too hard.”
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He squeezed her hand one last time before heading out. The moment his footsteps faded, Anna’s transformation was instantaneous. Tears evaporated, replaced by a cold, contemptuous smile that would have shocked Nathan to his core.
Pathetically easy, she thought, leaning back against her pillows. What a reliable idiot.
Back at Emerald Garden, Irene shot off a quick reply to Brandon’s text before hitting the bathroom. The hospital drama had been exhausting, but she refused to lose sleep over Anna’s latest manipulation. Whatever game was being played, she wanted no part of
- it.
She slept like a rock that night.
Morning sunlight poured through windows as Irene cleared breakfast dishes. Joseph lounged on the sofa, newspaper rustling as he turned pages. The triplets bounced in their seats, debating what their first lesson might cover with the excitement only five–year- olds could muster for academics.
A knock interrupted their morning routine. Thomas stood at the door, looking unusually crisp.
“Hey,” he said, “the professor just arrived. I came to grab the kids for introductions.”
Irene nodded, wiping hands on a dish towel. “Give me a sec.”
She corralled the children, immediately noticing their barely–contained excitement. Their eyes sparkled as they practically vibrated with anticipation, already gravitating toward the door like tiny magnets.
“Whoa there,” she grabbed Lily’s hand before the little girl could bolt “Let’s dial it back about ten notches, okay?”
They’re about to spontaneously combust, Irene thought, watching their eager faces. But what if this professor takes one look and decides they’re not worth his time? What if he expects more than they can deliver?
Despite their obvious brilliance, maternal anxiety kicked in as she straightened Alex’s collar and attempted to tame Lucas’s perpetual bedhead.
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“Remember,” she warned, voice firmer than usual, “first impressions stick. No running, no interrupting, and use your inside voices.”
The triplets nodded solemnly, though excitement still leaked from every pore.
“Got it, Mom,” they promised in unison, making visible efforts to contain themselves.
Minutes later, Thomas led them across the courtyard to Adam’s villa Adam sat with an elderly gentleman. To Irene’s surprise, Adam’s typically stone–faced expression had softened as he talked with his former teacher.
The old man radiated quiet dignity without trying. His white hair framed an intelligent face marked by laugh lines and knowing eyes that sparkled behind wire–rimmed glasses. Everything about him signaled wisdom earned through decades of teaching.
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They actually look comfortable together, Irene noted, surprised by the easy rapport between Adam and his mentor. If this crashes and burns, it’ll be mortifying for everyone.
Adam glanced up mid–sentence as they entered, conversation trailing off. The elderly professor followed his gaze, turning to observe the newcomers with evident interest.
“This is Dr. Jonathan,” Adam said simply.
The triplets approached with perfect choreography, forming a neat row before the professor.
“Hello!” they chirped in practiced unison before introducing themselves, individually.
“I’m Alex.”
“I’m Lucas.”
“I’m Lily,” the little girl finished with a wobbly curtsy that threatened to topple her.
Dr. Jonathan studied them intently, eyes crinkling as he smiled. Something about them caught his attention–something in their expressions, the set of their jaws, the way they carried themselves with that peculiar mixture of confidence and careful attention.
His gaze flickered between the triplets and Adam, sudden understanding dawning in his eyes. He nudged Adam’s arm,
widening.
smile
“When exactly did you have kids?” Dr. Jonathan asked bluntly, though his tone remained playful. “Getting hitched without telling anyone, skipping the wedding invites, and now expecting me to teach your little ones?”
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