Queen Mommy's Six Genius Babies Found the CEO Daddy-Chapter 129: She’s Back

At the breakfast table, Sophia looked proudly at her six kids. "My babies, you’re incredible!"

"Mommy, stop trying to make excuses for being lazy," Angela said with affectionate exasperation.

"Mommy, we want to go to the company later too!"

"You all want to go?"

Leaving six kids home alone didn’t exactly feel safe.

"Alright, you can go with Daddy. Mommy will come by this afternoon, okay?"

All six nodded eagerly.

When it was almost time to leave, Sophia pulled out her phone and showed Angela a message. "So—you remember everything I said?"

"Don’t worry, Mommy. I’ve got it all memorized."

"Good girl. Be good. Mommy will pick you up tonight."

Lucas had said he wanted another bet, and she wasn’t one to back down.

But with so much going on at Morgan Group, she had to head back first.

The moment she arrived at the office, her phone rang.

Harper’s anxious voice came through: "Sophia, Olivia’s back."

Olivia?

Before she could even respond—

"Secretary Smith! My father is at home, and you’re letting an outsider run the company?"

The timing couldn’t have been more ironic.

Olivia pushed open the door, her designer handbag arcing through the air and landing on the desk with a loud thud.

"Sophia? What happened—she’s there already?" Harper’s panicked voice continued over the phone, but Sophia hung up.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked up at the woman in front of her.

Olivia’s cosmetic surgery had been almost too successful. She looked exactly the same as before—only now with a sharper nose and an even prettier face.

"What are you staring at, Sophia? This is my company—Morgan Family’s company. You sitting there? Don’t you think that’s a little out of place?"

Sophia glanced at the branded handbag that had struck her hand. Her lips curved into a faint smile.

Then she suddenly raised her hand—and swept it off the desk.

SMACK.

The bag hit the floor hard.

"Sophia, don’t push it!"

Olivia’s eyes blazed.

"I’m the acting director of Morgan Group," Sophia said coolly. "You have no right to throw a tantrum here."

BANG!

Sophia slapped her palm on the desk and stood abruptly, meeting Olivia’s glare head-on. "What’s wrong? Planning to make a scene?"

Olivia had always been the type to bully the weak and fear the strong.

"Sophia, this is my home! My father’s company! Who do you think you are?"

"I’m here with Dad’s authority. Olivia, if you want to act out or play games, go home and do it in front of him!"

Every time Sophia said the word "Dad," it cut a little deeper.

She was only performing a role—otherwise she’d never give him that satisfaction.

Olivia frowned. "What did you just say? My dad?"

"As far as I know," Sophia said evenly, "Miss Olivia Morgan, the illustrious second daughter of the Morgan Family, ran off to join the entertainment industry. Dad cut ties with you, didn’t he? So tell me—why are you back now?"

She said it deliberately, every word meant to sting.

"You—!"

How did she know all that?

The TV coverage. Right—her injury had been public. They must’ve all seen it.

But what was Sophia’s angle? Was she trying to take the Morgan Family’s empire for herself?

"I just had a falling-out with my father. You think I’d really leave him? Sophia, let me make this clear—Morgan Family’s assets will never be managed by an outsider like you!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Sophia smirked, lifted her phone, and dialed.

"Hello, Dad? Olivia’s back. She says I should leave Morgan Group. What do you think?"

Then she hit speaker mode.

Andrew deliberately put on a weak, frail tone over the phone.

"What? Her? Tell her to leave immediately! She said she was gone for good—what the hell is she doing back here?"

"Dad, are you sure about that?"

"Of course I’m sure! Just take it as me wasting decades raising her for nothing!"

His words landed like a slap in the face—especially in front of everyone.

The tension in the room thickened instantly.

Olivia clenched her fists in disbelief. "Dad!"

"Don’t call me that! I don’t have a daughter like you! Sophia, ignore her. Anyone who comes to make trouble—kick them out!"

Sophia’s lips curved into a quiet smile. "Alright, Dad. I’ll hang up then."

She ended the call and looked at Olivia, amusement flickering in her eyes.

"So, are you leaving on your own, or should I have security escort you out?"

For a second, Olivia’s face twisted in fury. "You’ll regret this!"

She snatched her handbag and stormed out, her curves swaying enough to make a few heads turn as she left.

Paul frowned. "President Morgan, Miss Morgan just—"

"Remember," Sophia cut him off coolly, "I’m the one running Morgan Group now. If you’d rather side with Olivia, you’re free to follow her out the door."

Then she sank back into her chair. "If there’s nothing urgent, don’t come in to interrupt me."

Paul hesitated but finally bowed and stepped out.

...

Outside, Olivia slipped on her sunglasses the moment she exited the building.

Word of her return had already spread.

She climbed into the car. Ethan glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "Olivia, what happened?"

"Just drive home. Now!"

Mom had been right—Dad actually wanted to hand Morgan Group over to Sophia, that manipulative witch!

There was no way Sophia had been moved by sentiment. She was a fox—calculating and cold. If she had taken over the company, there had to be an ulterior motive.

...

Morgan Family Villa.

Andrew, almost as if expecting her, was already waiting at the front door.

"Dad!"

Olivia hurried toward him in her heels, but Andrew barked, "Stop! Don’t come any closer."

"Dad!"

"Stay outside. You’re not allowed in."

He gave her a cold glance. "Didn’t you say you weren’t coming back? So what are you doing here now? The Morgan Family gate must’ve shrunk—it can’t seem to fit you anymore."

"Dad, I was wrong, okay? Please don’t do this."

She stepped forward. "Dad, what are you thinking? How could you let Sophia run the company?"

"I let her go, so what? You upset about that?"

"Dad!"

Olivia stomped her foot, walking closer. "Dad, why are you in a wheelchair? What happened to you? I was gone for just a short while!"

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from inside.

Susan appeared, clutching a plate of fruit. "Olivia!"

"Mom! I’m back!"

Susan rushed forward and pulled her into a hug. Olivia instinctively stepped back. "Careful, Mom—my face hasn’t fully healed yet."

Tears welled up in Susan’s eyes. "Let me look at you. How have you been? Have you suffered?"

"I’m fine, Mom."

"And your face—is it all healed?"

"Yes. I had plastic surgery."

Olivia smiled faintly.

Beside them, Andrew shot up from his wheelchair, veins standing out in anger. "You what? Plastic surgery?!"

His voice was loud and forceful—nothing like a sick man’s.

"Dad? You—"

Ethan, waiting in the car outside, saw the outburst and thought Andrew was about to hit Olivia.

He immediately jumped out and rushed in. "Mr. Morgan!"

The moment Andrew saw Ethan standing next to Olivia, his fury hit its peak.

His eyes rolled back—and he collapsed on the spot.