When The Unwanted Genius Breaks The Contract

I was brought back to the wealthy Booth family after spending my life in a Midwest slum.

But less than a month later, my Wall Street fiancé slammed his keys on the table to break off our engagement.

"Brittanie is the one I actually love. Ghetto trash like you isn't worthy."

Brittanie, my parents' beloved adopted daughter, deliberately threw herself onto the rug and cried that I had pushed her. Without a second thought, my biological mother demanded I apologize or she would cut off my trust fund. When I refused and packed my bags, my biological father even called 911, falsely reporting me as a wanted criminal just to sever ties and protect their pristine reputation.

They mocked me as an uneducated dropout, sneering that a slum rat like me wouldn't survive a single day in New York without their charity.

I looked at the people who were supposed to be my closest blood relatives, feeling nothing but cold disgust. How could they be so blindly arrogant?

They had no idea I was a top-tier national defense scientist and a globally worshiped chess grandmaster.

I didn't waste a single breath trying to explain myself to clowns.

I simply grabbed my encrypted flash drive, walked out the front doors, and stepped directly into a bulletproof military SUV waiting under the deafening roar of twin Black Hawk helicopters.