Genius Kids' Scheme: Claiming Daddy's Billionaire Empire Chapter 303

The Roberts family empire crumbled with shocking speed. In just forty-eight hours, their respected medical dynasty had collapsed into a pile of accusations, police investigations, and damning headlines.

Jennifer sat in her family's suddenly empty living room, staring at yet another rejection message on her phone. Friends, colleagues, even distant relatives—everyone was suddenly "too busy" to help. Her mother paced nearby, phone pressed to her ear, desperation bleeding through every word.

"Please, we just need someone who can speak to the investigators," her mother begged. "Martin is innocent. This is all a terrible mistake."

Jennifer's stomach knotted as she watched her mother's face fall. Another door slammed shut.

"They're treating Dad like a criminal," Jennifer whispered, nails digging into her palms. "The evidence can't be real. Someone set him up."

Her mother sank onto the sofa, tears flowing freely. "Nobody will help us. It's like we've got the plague."

As Jennifer stared at the wall of family photos—her father with awards, shaking hands with officials, cutting ribbons—a sickening realization hit her. This wasn't random. This was calculated destruction.

"This is happening too fast," she muttered, more to herself than her mother. "Someone powerful wants Dad gone."

Her mind raced until suddenly, Adam Haven's cold eyes flashed in her memory. The way he'd looked at Irene, how quickly he'd moved against her father after that stupid data incident...

Jennifer grabbed her coat. "I know someone who might help."

The club's bass thumped through Matthew's bones as he nursed his fourth—or fifth?—whiskey at the bar. The darkness matched his mood perfectly. Faces blurred around him, voices drowned beneath the music.

He waved for another drink. The alcohol burned just right, taking the edge off the ache that had set up camp in his chest since Irene had chosen Adam's institute over his.

*Like she'd ever pick me,* he thought bitterly. *Adam can give her everything. What do I have?*

Someone bumped his elbow, and he turned with a scowl that instantly froze when he spotted Jennifer. Her usually perfect look had cracked—hair messy, makeup smudged, eyes wild with panic.

"Matthew," she gasped. "I finally found you!"

He turned back to his drink without a word, hoping she'd take the hint.

Jennifer dropped onto the stool beside him. "Matthew, please, I need your help."

When he stayed silent, she pressed on. "My dad's been arrested. They're saying awful things about him—all lies! We're being framed."

Matthew took another long swallow, ice clinking against glass. "Not my problem."

Jennifer's hand hovered near his arm. "Your family has pull. If you spoke up for us—"

"I can't help you," he cut her off, voice flat. "If your dad's innocent, they'll figure it out."

"You don't get it," Jennifer leaned closer. "Someone's targeting us. The evidence showed up way too conveniently. We've been set up!"

She moved closer, voice breaking. "You're our only hope now. Everyone else has disappeared. Please."

Matthew finally turned to face her, eyes cold. "Go away. Stop bothering me."

"Why do you hate me?" Jennifer's voice cracked. "What did I ever do except care about you? What does Irene have that I don't?"

Something dark crossed Matthew's face. He let out a hollow laugh.

"You're nothing compared to her."

The words hung in the air like a slap. Jennifer recoiled, color draining from her face before rushing back in an angry flush.

"She's just a single mom with three kids!" she hissed, grabbing his arm. "And she doesn't even want you! She picked Adam over you! Why can't you see that?"

Matthew yanked his arm free and stood, tossing cash on the bar. "At least she's honest. At least she doesn't trash other people's work out of spite."

Jennifer's face twisted with rage. "She's ruined everything! First she steals my job, then she turns you against me, and now somehow she's destroyed my entire family!"

Matthew paused, something clicking into place. "What are you talking about?"

"This has to be her doing," Jennifer snapped. "Or her boyfriend's. The timing's too perfect—right after she quits, my dad's reputation gets trashed?"

Matthew walked away without another word, leaving Jennifer trembling with fury.

The next morning, Matthew shuffled into the Hayes family breakfast room, head pounding with each step. His parents were already seated, watching the news.

"Breaking news," the reporter announced. "Silver City police have confirmed that Dr. Martin Roberts has been formally charged with multiple counts of fraud and embezzlement, along with suspicious deaths at his hospitals."

"This moved awfully fast," his mother commented. "Martin doesn't seem the type to leave obvious tracks."

"We can't touch this one," his father said, setting down his coffee. "Roberts crossed a line."

"What do you mean?" Matthew asked, wincing at his own voice.

His father glanced over. "I made some calls when this broke, thinking about helping. But this isn't just a scandal—Haven Enterprise is involved."

Matthew's hangover seemed to vanish instantly. "Haven? Why would they care about Roberts?"

"Roberts threatened the wrong person." His father's expression darkened. "Word is, he went after someone Adam cares about."

Everything fell into place. Roberts had threatened Irene after she quit. Adam had responded by systematically dismantling the entire Roberts family.

*For her,* Matthew realized. *Adam did all this for Irene.*

"The evidence is solid," his father added. "Haven just made sure it all came to light at once."

Matthew sank into a chair, reluctant admiration mixing with his jealousy. The swift, devastating response wasn't just revenge—it was a message: *Touch what's mine, and I'll destroy you completely.*

Over at Emerald Garden, the family gathered around their own TV, watching the same story unfold.

"Unbelievable," Brandon shook his head. "Profiting from patient deaths? How could he sleep at night?"

Wesley sipped his tea. "What goes around comes around. Eventually."

Irene frowned. "It all happened so quickly, though. From rumors to charges in just days?"

"Justice was overdue," Brandon shrugged. "Those poor families have probably been fighting for years. Sometimes things just line up all at once."

Irene nodded, but something about the timing nagged at her. She couldn't help wondering if Adam had played a part in this.

That afternoon, as Irene adjusted the electrodes on Adam's legs, she studied his face carefully.

"Did you have something to do with what happened to the Roberts family?" she asked point-blank.

Adam's expression stayed neutral, but his eyes softened. "I just gave the media what they already had access to. Roberts did the rest himself by cutting corners and risking lives."

Irene kept working methodically. "Because he threatened me?"

"No one threatens you without consequences," Adam said simply, like he was commenting on the weather.

Instead of feeling unsettled, Irene felt a surprising warmth spread through her chest. After years of handling everything by herself, finding someone willing to move mountains for her was both strange and wonderful.

"I have something to show you," Adam said, changing the subject. He grabbed his tablet and pulled up a document. "Joy Medical Institute—the paperwork's already filed."

Irene's hands stopped moving. "Joy?"

"Your name in R Country," Adam said, eyes locked on hers. "The name that built your reputation, the one you chose for yourself. This is your center—your vision, your research."

A smile spread across Irene's face as she looked at the plans—a cutting-edge facility where she could pursue her work without politics or constraints.

"I guess I'd better start planning my first official project," she said softly, her fingers finding his.

Adam squeezed her hand, the gesture saying more than words ever could. Whatever came their way, they'd face it together.