All Chapters of Claiming the billionaire ceo genius baby: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"They think no one will see." It's covered in a lot of red tape, but it smells bad. He spoke openly even though no one was there. His lips curled into a dry smile, and his face looked like a boy's with a man's confidence. The ink from his pen made circles around a single entry that was buried deep in the books. "Four million went through a fake firm. Cool. "Almost invisible." His voice showed both laughter and anger. The door made a noise when it opened. Doran, his father's most trusted advisor, stood in the frame. His jaw was scarred and tight as he looked around the table. "Your dad doesn't want you to cry over those pages." Theodore, you're still a boy. Theodore didn't look up. "A boy who sees what your accountants don't see." This board thinks I'm dressing up like Alistair. He tapped the digits in the circle. "But this? This is rotten. Doran squinted his eyes and then nodded, though not happily. "And what if you accuse the wrong person?" Finally, Theodore looked up. His eyes

Director Harrow, who was sharp-witted and spiteful, spoke first. "Alistair is getting too comfortable. His son walks around like he already owns the empire. We can't let the dynasty kill us all. A man with a bald head across the table laughed. "You talk about treason like it's business." Harrow said, "It's business." "Take Alistair away, and the throne falls apart. The son is nothing without the father. The glasses clinked, and the wine was poured with shaky hands. Another voice joined in, silky and snake-like. "What about Belle? Now she makes her own empire. If she becomes stronger, she'll be as strong as us before we know it. Laughter, dry and without humour, filled the room. "Then we cut her down too. The Kensingtons are weeds. They must be pulled out by the roots. The candles flickered, and shadows moved around the walls like snakes. One man stood up, and his hand shook as he raised his glass. "Then we agree." We attack Alistair. If we have to, kill him. The stem of his gl

Alistair stood tall at the head of the long table, his black suit cut to command and his silver hair a crown of hard-fought victories. Belle stood next to him, sharp in red silk, with eyes that sparkled like a blade that had just been drawn. Theodore stayed at the back, his young body stiff with a mix of nerves and determination. Gabrielle sank lower, in the shadows, her pale face haunted, but her eyes were full of purpose. Executives came in one by one, drawn by Alistair's cry. As he dropped a folder on the polished wood, their whispers stopped. Pictures, autographs, plots for murder and theft, and other papers were scattered out. He looked around the room with a stare that was colder than the rain. "These men say they are my partners." They turned became my enemies tonight. "Greed stains every page." Theodore leaned forward and looked over the evidence with quick glances. His hands got tighter, and the veins in his arms throbbed against the table. One of the execs moved about ne

"Pull up the transfer logs again," she said, her voice low but sharp like a knife. He moved his spectacles around. "Already running them, Ms. Belle." The person who did this was smart. The files went through six nations before disappearing into an account in another country. Belle's lips curled, not in a funny way, but in a challenge. "Nobody is safe." "Show me where it ends." Another analyst in the next room yelled, "We've broken through one layer." "Encrypted transfers lead to a holding firm in Zurich." Belle went closer, her heels clicking, and her sleek outfit made her look taller and more in charge. "Who owns the holding company?" There was only typing noise. Then the first technician swore beneath his breath. "It's a shell." There is no true owner on paper, just layers of fake directors. Belle's eyes got smaller. "Shells always cover up true teeth. "Dig deeper." The screen changed, as lines of code fell down in green and white. Then the name came up: a rival syndica

"You've always wanted more than scraps, my daughter," he added, his voice soft and hard at the same time. "I can offer you the throne that Alistair guards so closely. A lot of money. "Power that bends nations." Her throat got constricted. "How much?" Michael got up and moved with careful ease. His dark suit made sharp lines across his broad shoulders, and his silver hair shone in the light of the chandelier. "The cost is loyalty." For me. Not to that family who will throw you away as soon as they smell disloyalty. Gabrielle made fists with her hands. "They had faith in me. Alistair offered me a second opportunity. Belle stood up for me when no one else would. Theodore— Michael's laugh was low and nasty. "Theodore? He's a kid trying on his dad's crown. I may let him go if you do what I say. Think about it: your tiny heir is alive and safe from the fate that his pride is leading him to. Gabrielle's stomach turned. "You'd kill him." Michael whispered, "Not if you choose wisely," as