Queen Mommy's Six Genius Babies Found the CEO Daddy-Chapter 119: Her Performance

Leaving the Morgan estate, Sophia slid into the car and wiped every trace of tears off her face.

Lucas raised a brow. "You were so convincing back there," he said. "Looked real."

"Was I that good?" She blinked at him, eyes still a little red.

"Yeah. Tears on command."

Sophia stared at him with an exaggerated innocent look. "Remember this — if you want to cry, you can."

Lucas had never shed a tear for anyone in his life.

"Impossible. I don’t cry."

Sophia arched a brow. "Don’t cry? One day you will. I’ll make sure you cry for me at least once."

Lucas let out a low laugh, suddenly cupping the back of her head and kissing her.

Then, lips grazing her ear, he murmured, teasing and dangerous,

"I prefer when you cry."

Sophia’s ears turned bright red. She pinched the soft flesh at his waist — hard.

He pretended to wince dramatically.

"Look at this," she scolded. "I can grab a handful. Lucas, you’ve gotten fat. Keep this up — the minute those abs disappear... I’ll go find another man."

Lucas’s expression darkened.

He had been skipping the gym ever since she came back.

And now she dared complain?

"You wouldn’t dare." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Watch me. I may be a mother of six, but I’ve still got it. I’ve got a whole stack of twenty-year-old boys’ numbers."

She wasn’t lying — they’d practically forced their contact info on her.

She meant to throw them out, but then more accumulated... and now an entire drawer was stuffed full.

Lucas narrowed his eyes. "Where are they?"

"At our place overseas, obviously. What, you think I travel around carrying a fan club folder?"

Lucas mentally added check overseas drawer to his internal list.

"Where to now?" he asked.

"I’m going home. You go to the office. Since I’m walking into Morgan Group tomorrow, I need to prep."

She looked out the window, the scenery passing by, her mood lifting.

...

The next morning

Sophia stood at the entrance of Morgan Group right on time.

Paul came down personally to receive her.

Inside the conference room, Paul rose to introduce her.

"President Morgan’s health hasn’t fully recovered, so his daughter, Sophia, will be taking over temporarily. All decisions must go through her approval."

Murmurs immediately broke out around the room.

Quiet — but loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Sophia? You mean Luna? And she’s Lucas Hilton’s wife. What exactly is President Morgan thinking?"

"Can she even handle it? Handing the company to a young woman?"

"I mean, she’s good at design, sure, but running a corporation? I doubt it."

Their whispers traveled clean and clear to Sophia.

She smiled, lifted the files at her side — and slammed them onto the table.

BANG.

Silence swallowed the room.

"I know some of you aren’t thrilled about me taking over," she said calmly.

"That’s fine. I prefer you not to be."

She tapped the stack of papers.

"I spent last night reviewing internal reports. New boss, first day — time to light the first fire."

Paul handed out copies.

Several faces instantly paled.

"I don’t know if you’re here to work or to enjoy free tea time," Sophia said.

"Your names are listed. Stand up."

In seconds, ten people rose to their feet.

"Thirty days in a month, and you manage to show up late for twenty."

Seeing their faces stiffen, Sophia continued, voice cool and crisp, "So tell me — why exactly are you here? Is it because your performance is extraordinary? Or do you think seniority gives you special privileges?"

She swept her gaze across the room.

"The people I’m calling out today are seasoned slackers. I don’t care what files you’re supposedly handling — go to Finance, collect your paycheck, and leave."

Ten employees. All fired. On the spot.

Murmurs erupted instantly — until Sophia’s voice cracked like a whip:

"Can you not control your mouths? Did I give permission for commentary? If you have an opinion, stand up and say it to my face."

Silence.

She handed Paul another file and motioned for him to distribute it.

"Next list. Names on it — stand."

One by one, seven or eight people reluctantly rose.

"The first batch was for tardiness," Sophia said. "You’re worse. Zero contribution to the company."

A young woman shot up, eyes glassy with tears.

"M-Miss Morgan, how can you say that? We’re employees too — we do contribute!"

Sophia’s laugh was cold enough to frost glass.

"You’ve been here a year. In that time, you dumped your tasks on others by batting your eyelashes and whining. You even made new interns finish your projects. Were you hired to work — or to freeload?"

The girl burst into tears.

"If anyone disagrees, speak up. I have proof. Since I’m running things for now, we do this my way. This company pays you to build it, not to drain it."

She lifted another packet.

"Now for the people who actually did their jobs."

Paul handed them out.

"Everyone listed here — your salary is tripled this month. Starting next month, everyone in this room gets a $1,000 raise."

Gasps. Shocked stares.

Excitement rippled like electricity.

Paul leaned toward her, uneasy.

"Miss Morgan..."

Sophia cut him off with a look.

"I’m in charge. My decision stands."

He swallowed and nodded.

The room buzzed with energy.

They hadn’t seen a raise in years.

Even team-building budgets had been shrinking — and here she was throwing lightning-round incentives like confetti.

Sophia had mastered the oldest corporate rule: Punish hard. Reward harder. Own the room.

Meeting adjourned, she strode to the CEO office.

The desk looked neat — too neat.

Files had been rearranged.

Important documents missing.

Andrew and Paul clearly expected her to be blind.

Cute.

"Secretary Smith."

He hurried in. "Yes, Miss Morgan?"

"Bring me every contract signed recently. And the full financial reports."

A beat of hesitation — then he nodded and left.

Sophia checked each drawer.

Nothing important.

Of course. Paul had been with Andrew too long not to collude.

Soon he returned with thick stacks of documents.

"Everything’s here."

"Good. Leave me. I want to review alone."

He stepped out — but the moment he did, he pulled out his phone.

On the screen: a live feed of the office.

Every movement Sophia made.

He had installed cameras overnight.

At the Morgan estate, Andrew watched the footage intently.

Waiting for her to slip.

Hours passed.

Sophia barely moved.

She casually shifted a plant — casting one brief glance toward the tiny camera hidden inside the soil.

A faint smirk curved her lips.

They really thought they could spy on her with cheap tricks?

Adorable.