Queen Mommy's Six Genius Babies Found the CEO Daddy-Chapter 101: A Taste of Jealousy

"You! You! You three—" Lucas’s voice sliced through the tense boardroom. "I want all of them removed from the board and their shares revoked. The vote starts now!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the three men he’d singled out shot to their feet.

"No, Lucas! We’re senior shareholders! You can’t just—"

"I can," Lucas cut in, voice calm but deadly. "Because I am the one in charge of Hilton Group."

He was already in a foul mood, and now someone had the nerve to test him? Suicidal.

He’d been planning to keep these old vultures around for entertainment. But after what happened with Sophia, he wasn’t in the mood for games. Today, someone had to bleed.

Beside him, Aiden froze.

Lucas hadn’t called his name.

He realized instantly—Lucas was making an example. Killing a chicken to scare the monkeys. Showing everyone what defiance looked like.

It wasn’t his turn yet... but it would be soon.

Aiden opened his mouth to speak, but one sharp look from Lucas silenced him instantly.

The other board members, seasoned or not, were old blood—comfortable, predictable, replaceable. Lucas didn’t need them. He was only holding a vote to make it official.

When no one dared object, the motion passed—unanimously.

Lucas’s lips curved in a cold half-smile as he looked at the three pale faces before him.

"The door’s that way," he said evenly. "From this moment on, Hilton Group has nothing to do with you. But if any of you attempt to harm this company, I will personally make sure you regret it. Meeting adjourned."

He walked out without looking back.

Only after the door shut did the rest of the room move.

No one dared speak to the three ex-board members. But curiosity got the better of one man—he reached for the stack of documents Lucas had slammed onto the table.

Inside were pages of evidence—bribes, forged signatures, embezzlement.

A perfect, ruthless message. Lucas Hilton did not bluff.

...

Back in his office, Lucas leaned back in his chair, eyes closed.

Alex walked in quietly and placed a steaming cup of coffee on his desk. "Mr. Hilton, why did you let Aiden stay?"

Lucas opened his eyes, voice low and controlled. "When a hunter sets a trap, he doesn’t want the prey to die too fast. The real thrill is in watching it struggle."

He wanted to see what Aiden would do next.

That night, Lucas didn’t go home to Blackstone Manor. He stayed at the office, buried in work—though half the night, his gaze kept drifting to his phone.

He hesitated countless times before finally picking it up.

He couldn’t let things with Sophia spiral any further.

He had to call her.

But when he tried—

She’d blocked him.

Deleted. Gone.

That woman!

Lucas’s jaw tightened. "Unbelievable," he muttered, slamming the phone down on his desk.

...

The next morning, sunlight streamed gently through Silver Lake Villa.

"Mommy!"

Sophia woke to six tiny voices and six warm kisses on her cheeks.

"Sweethearts," she mumbled, eyes still closed, "Mommy just needs five more minutes..."

"Mommy, it’s nine o’clock! Damien’s coming to pick you up!"

"Yeah, Mommy! You’ve got a date today!"

Angela and Faye shouted in unison—but Sophia didn’t move.

The girls looked at each other, then backed up.

"Plan B," Angela whispered.

Immediately, Billy and his brothers pounced, pulling their half-asleep mother upright.

"Ugh... Billy, Mommy’s so sleepy..."

Her head drooped onto his shoulder, her frame swaying.

"Mommy, you’ve got twenty-seven minutes and thirty-four seconds before Uncle Damien arrives!"

"Damien? Who?"

Sophia blinked, brain rebooting slowly.

"Mommy!" Faye stomped a tiny foot. "You promised Uncle Damien you’d go out with him today!"

The words hit like cold water.

"Damien—oh my God!"

Sophia shot up, hair a wild mess, and glanced at the clock.

"Holy—! It’s almost nine! Why didn’t you wake me earlier?!"

Faye shrugged innocently. "We did. An hour ago."

Angela checked her smartwatch, all business. "If you get up right now, you’ve got three minutes to wash up and twenty to do your makeup. You can still make it."

Sophia immediately lifted little Billy off her lap and set him aside before jumping out of bed.

She dashed into the bathroom—only to find her toothbrush already loaded with toothpaste, a rinsing cup filled with water waiting by the sink.

When she came back out, the bed was neatly made, and two perfectly coordinated outfits were laid out for her to choose from.

Without hesitation, she grabbed one and changed in record time.

Sitting before the vanity, Sophia began doing her makeup while Angela was busy picking out her shoes.

Billy brewed a cup of coffee. Charles brought out freshly baked pastries. Dustin poured milk into a glass. Eric tidied up the room like a little soldier.

And Faye... sat there, happily licking a lollipop, watching her mom’s "beauty transformation" like a front-row spectator at a show.

... 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Half an hour later.

"Ding-dong!"

Faye ran to open the door and greeted the visitor with her sweetest smile. "Uncle Damien! You’re right on time!"

Damien stood at the door, dressed sharply in a tailored suit—clearly prepared for something important.

Sophia, by contrast, looked effortlessly casual, wearing soft colors and light makeup that made her glow even without trying.

"Sophia," he greeted, voice warm, "ready to go?"

"I’m ready," she said quickly, snatching a piece of toast and stuffing it into her mouth before he could notice.

God, she was starving.

Damien had even brought a van—big enough to fit six children.

Once everyone was inside, he leaned a little closer to her.

Sophia instinctively drew back.

But Damien only chuckled, reaching across her to pull the seatbelt over and click it into place.

"There," he said softly. "Safety first. Any place you want to go today?"

"No," she replied truthfully. "You decide."

Her life had been a whirlwind lately; there hadn’t been a single quiet day to "go somewhere."

"Then let me handle the plans," Damien said. "We’re headed to a spot known for its amazing food—your kids will love it. There’s also a flower field nearby, perfect for photos. And after that, I’ve booked a five-star hotel with private pools for everyone to relax. Sound good?"

Sophia blinked, completely overwhelmed. "Uh... sure. Sounds good."

Angela, sitting behind them, discreetly snapped a photo on her phone, blocked Sophia from the post, and uploaded it to Facebook.

Caption: "Uncle Damien’s taking us and Mommy out for the day!"

An hour later, Sophia had fallen asleep against the window, lulled by the motion of the car.

...

At Hilton Group, a junior staffer stepped into Lucas’s office with a stack of reports.

One look at the man’s face—and the employee froze, spine stiff. The air in the room was so cold it could’ve frozen glass.

He hurriedly set the files down and bolted.

At the door, Alex hesitated, hand trembling on the handle.

He had a bad feeling about this.

He slowly pushed the door open—thud!

Lucas’s phone smashed right into the glass panel beside him and clattered to the floor.

Alex stared, wide-eyed. "M-Mr. Hilton?"

The phone’s screen was still on.

It showed Angela’s Facebook post—the photo perfectly capturing Damien leaning in close to fasten Sophia’s seatbelt.

Alex crouched, picked up the phone, and gently set it on the desk.

"Uh... sir, the phone’s innocent," he murmured carefully.

Lucas’s lips curved in a cold, dangerous smile. "That Sophia... she really thinks she’s untouchable, doesn’t she?"

He laughed once—sharp and humorless—then opened a file as if nothing had happened.

Alex quietly began counting under his breath.

One... two... three...

Lucas shot up, grabbed his jacket, and stormed toward the door.

"Mr. Hilton, where are you going?!"

Lucas’s voice roared back like thunder—

"To catch them in the act!"