Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claiming the billionaire ceo genius baby: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

"Why do you keep looking at the same data, boy?" Doran's rough voice could be heard from behind. The older ally was resting against the doorframe, with slicked-back silver hair and a cigar between his fingers. Theodore didn't look up. His pen tapped the table in time with the music. "Because the board thinks patterns aren't there when they move them quickly enough." His voice was low and piercing, and there was a hint of discovery in it. Doran laughed. "You sound like your dad, who is suspicious of everything, even ghosts." "Ghosts don't send millions of dollars overseas every three months." Theodore's finger poked the screen. "Look here. Every three months, like clockwork, money disappears into shell companies. There are smaller surges after that, like hush money, bribery, and operational costs. "They're working towards something." Belle stood next to him, and the smell of her perfume was a nice change from the strong smell of coffee. Her brilliant, sharp eyes looked over the hig

"Do you know why I brought you up here?" Alistair's voice was low yet steady. "To show me the empire?" Theodore asked, his eyes moving quickly from the skyscrapers to the streets. Alistair shook his head. "No." To show you how to get over your fear. You can see the city from here, and you can tell that it's not very big. "Power comes from how you see things." Theodore frowned. "And what if fear isn't small? What if it stays inside you? "Then you let it starve." Alistair's hand was firm and steady on his son's shoulder. "You don't feed it with doubt. You drown it in movement. Theodore looked at him. The fire in his blue eyes reminded him of Belle's disobedience and Alistair's lack of mercy. "I won't let you down." Alistair's lips turned up at the corners. He took out a brass key on a black ribbon from his pocket. It shone in the moonlight. He put it in Theodore's hand. "This opens the Kensington vaults. Every record, every ledger, every secret worth killing for. You don't simply

"The doctors told him not to." "God Almighty," one director whispered. Michael Richards stood up with fake politeness, his lips twitching. "Alistair. I thought you finally knew when to keep hidden. When Alistair's cane hit the floor, it made a loud noise that sounded like a gunshot. He straightened up taller, and his eyes looked like they were on fire. "The Kensington name does not fall." A quiet came over the table. Theodore sat still at the other end and tightened his jaw. His father's refusal to back down made him feel something deep inside, a mix of pride and fear. Michael made a face. "Bluster from a man who is dying." Alistair moved forward, and the cane made a noise against the marble. "Better to die standing than to crawl under thieves." This board won't give in to a usurper who buys loyalty with blood-stained money. The directors looked at one other, worried about the poison that was flowing between the titans. Theodore leaned down close to Belle, who was pale but aler

"Stop pretending. He hit the floor with the cane. I want a vote of no confidence. People who are devoted to Michael Richards must quit right away. Gasping sounds echoed through the room. Suits moved around uncomfortably, and pens scratched nervously on legal pads. A round man with slicked hair jumped to his feet. "This is crazy! Richards has a lot of shares. "Shares bought with poison," Alistair said angrily. His voice was like thunder, and it scared the younger guys who had thought he was weak. Theodore's jaw tensed as he looked around the table. "Then show us we're wrong. Stand by what you've done. Or sit down. Another director stood next to the previous one. He was tall and thin, and his long fingers were wrapped around a leather bag. His eyes moved quickly to the exits, like a rat in a corner. Belle's eyes narrowed. "What's in that box?" The thin man laughed. "Nothing you need to see." Alistair's cane looked like a sword pointing at him. "Then let it out. Let's all make a

The morning's front papers all carried the same headline: Michael Richards is missing. Alistair's cane hit the marble floor of Kensington Tower's strategy room in a furious beat. Around him, businessmen muttered in fear, and their shiny shoes squeaked like scared kids. "He didn't just disappear," Theodore said quietly, his gaze glued to the news broadcast. "He brought his whole guard with him. "Mercenaries and ex-military people are trained killers." Belle, who was pale but had piercing eyes, put down the newspaper. "Men like Michael don't run." They get ready. He's getting the pitch ready. Gabrielle's voice was gentle yet had an edge to it. "So we get him out of the way before he buries us alive." Alistair leaned on the table and let out a deep roar. "And when he comes back up, I'll break him myself." A courier raced in, out of breath, holding a black packet sealed with red wax. "Sir... It's for you. Alistair ripped it open. The note inside was short and penned in Michael's us