Genius Kids' Scheme: Claiming Daddy's Billionaire Empire Chapter 240: How Did He Get All the Hero Moments?

After dropping Dr. Jonathan off at his place, Thomas steered toward Irene's house. The sky glowed orange as they pulled into the driveway. The triplets couldn't sit still after their big win, grabbing their artwork and medals like they might disappear.

"Don't leave anything behind," Irene called, watching Lily nearly drop her gold medal in all the excitement.

Before they even reached the porch, the front door flew open. Brandon sat in his wheelchair, looking like he'd been hovering by the window for hours.

"Finally!" He backed up to let them in. "Been waiting forever! Did you crush the competition or what?"

The living room hummed with anticipation. Wesley sprawled on the sofa, feet propped up, while Henry nursed a drink nearby. All heads swiveled toward the returning champions.

"We won EVERYTHING!" Lucas pumped his fist so hard he nearly smacked Alex in the face.

"Gold medal right here," Lily sang, dangling her prize like it might disappear if she didn't keep it moving.

"Silver," Alex added, quiet pride shining behind his glasses.

Brandon's face lit up. "That's how Sterlings roll! Never doubted you for a minute."

The kids swarmed the adults, medals flashing as they talked over each other. Wesley leaned forward to examine the prizes, genuine admiration in his eyes.

"These are legit impressive," he said. "Can't wait to see what masterpieces earned them."

Lucas's face suddenly clouded over. "But this mean old lady said we cheated! Right to our faces!"

"Said what now?" Brandon's smile vanished like it had been slapped off. "Who'd dare accuse my niece and nephews?"

"She was super scary," Lily whispered, huddling closer to her brothers. "Yelled at us in front of everyone."

Brandon's face flushed red. He spun his wheelchair around, already hitting the controls. "Wesley, Henry—let's roll! Time to teach some people about respect!"

Wesley suddenly became fascinated with a magazine, flipping pages like it contained the secrets of the universe. Henry discovered something absolutely riveting on the ceiling.

Irene rolled her eyes and calmly reached over to cut Brandon's power. "Adam already handled it. Your knight-in-shining-armor routine isn't needed."

Brandon deflated instantly. "Adam Haven? What'd wheelchair guy do? Wave his platinum card around?"

"Actually," Irene crossed her arms, "he was ice cold about it. Reminded everyone that Haven Enterprise dumps millions into art education, then casually mentioned his lawyers might be interested in adults harassing children."

As she spoke, her voice softened without her noticing. The memory of Adam creating a barrier between her kids and that awful woman—the quiet steel in his voice when he defended them—sent warmth spreading through her chest.

Brandon caught the change in her expression, his eyes narrowing at a look he'd never seen on her face before. *How did he get all the hero moments?* he thought bitterly. *What's next? Is he going to swoop in and solve all our problems now?*

"We're making a trophy wall!" Lucas broke the moment, bouncing on his toes. "Can we use the space by the stairs, Mom?"

"I think we need a dedicated shelf," Alex said, already mentally measuring dimensions.

"I'm gonna paint something even better next time," Lily declared, already planning her next masterpiece.

Wesley grinned at their enthusiasm. "Keep this up and you'll need a whole trophy room."

Brandon couldn't help watching Irene from the corner of his eye. Something had shifted in his sister, and he wasn't sure he liked it one bit.

Evening shadows stretched across Adam's office as he attacked quarterly reports with laser focus. Thomas stood nearby, noticing the subtle changes in his boss—the ghost of a smile when his phone buzzed with messages from the triplets, the almost imperceptible relaxing of his shoulders.

The intercom crackled. "Adam, need you upstairs. Got a project for you to look at." Marcus Haven's voice carried authority even through cheap speakers.

Adam glanced at Thomas, who moved behind the wheelchair without a word. The elevator took them upstairs where Marcus sat at his big desk, papers spread out in front of him.

"Check this out," he said, sliding a folder across the desk. "New medical tech project. Could be worth billions if it works out."

Adam flipped through, quickly taking in the information. "Looks good. Would fit with what we already do." He glanced up. "Who's behind it?"

"Snow family," Marcus replied, watching his son carefully. "Their medical division has been developing it for three years."

For a heartbeat, Adam's expression cooled before snapping back to neutral so fast only Thomas noticed. The slight tightening of his jaw spoke volumes.

"It could make money," Adam said simply. "But we need to check it more carefully before we jump in."

Marcus nodded. "They want a partner. There's a party tonight to talk about working together." He leaned back. "I already said we'd both come."

Adam's lips tightened. "I'll look at it fairly," he said, his voice cooling.

Back in his office, Adam sent Irene a quick text.

*Business thing tonight. Need to reschedule.*

As he put his phone down, he suddenly thought of the kids' faces—how excited they looked with their medals, how they looked to him when that woman attacked them. The warm feeling surprised him before he pushed it away and got back to work.

The Snow house was all lit up, with music playing and waiters moving through crowds of rich people. In the corner, musicians played fancy music that nobody really paid attention to.

When Marcus and Adam came in, people stopped talking for a second, then started up again with new energy, everyone turning toward the father and son.

"Haven! Good to see you!" called out a banker, raising his glass. People from all over the room came over to shake hands and chat.

Adam was polite to everyone, saying all the right things without really connecting. He knew how to be in a room without letting anyone get too close.

"Mr. Haven, Adam! So glad you could come." Mr. Snow walked up with Natalie beside him, smiling widely. "Such an honor."

Natalie stood next to her father wearing a light-colored suit. "Good evening," she greeted them with a professional smile that got warmer when she looked at Adam. "Thanks for coming."

Mr. Snow smiled big. "Not many young men have your business smarts, Adam. Everyone knows about your success."

Marcus smiled proudly. "My son knows a good deal when he sees one."

"Maybe we could talk more about our idea," Mr. Snow started to say before someone called him away. "Sorry, just a minute."

Within minutes, Marcus was talking with old friends, leaving Adam and Natalie standing together—so obviously planned it was almost funny.

Natalie's smile got warmer. "Should we find a quieter spot to talk? I have some extra information that wasn't in the folder."

Adam nodded once. "That works."

As they walked to a less crowded area, Adam thought about the business side. *Their product fits with what we already do. The money looks good. The timing is right.*

He made himself focus just on business. *Keep it professional. Don't let personal stuff get in the way.*

Natalie led him to a small sitting area with plants around it, smiling warmly as she got ready to make her case. Adam's face showed nothing as he switched to business mode, ready to look at the deal based only on facts and figures.