A loud, dismissive laugh that echoed through the lobby.

“This is ridiculous,” he said, shaking his head. “Another scam.”

He looked down at Noah with thinly veiled contempt.

“Let me guess. Someone told you my brother was your father and sent you here hoping we’d hand over money.”

Noah gripped his suitcase handle tighter.

“I’m not lying,” he said quietly.

Charles scoffed. “Do you know how many people try this trick every year? My brother had no children.”

Noah’s voice trembled, but he stood his ground.

“My mom never asked for anything. She just said if something happened to her… I should come here.”

The room had grown completely silent.

Something in the boy’s voice made even the skeptical employees uneasy.

Finally, one of the board members who had followed Charles downstairs spoke up.

“Why not run a DNA test?” she suggested. “If it’s nonsense, we’ll know in a day.”

Charles sighed impatiently.

“Fine,” he said. “Let’s settle this once and for all.”

Two days later, Noah sat nervously in a polished conference room at the top floor of Harrington Global.

The board of directors sat around the long table.

Charles stood by the window, arms crossed, clearly annoyed that the situation had even reached this point.

A legal consultant entered the room holding a sealed envelope.

“The DNA analysis is complete,” she announced.

Charles waved his hand dismissively. “Go ahead.”

The woman opened the file and adjusted her glasses.

Her voice was steady when she spoke.

“The results confirm a 99.97% probability that Noah Carter is the biological son of William Harrington.”

The room fell completely silent.

For the first time, Charles Harrington didn’t speak.

His confident expression slowly cracked.

Board members exchanged stunned looks.

Because those results meant something enormous.

Under the company’s trust structure, William Harrington’s entire share of the family fortune—nearly two hundred million dollars—had been placed in reserve for any legal heir.

If no heir appeared, the shares would transfer to Charles.

But now…

There was an heir.

A twelve-year-old boy sitting quietly at the end of the table.

The company lawyer cleared his throat.

“Under the Harrington estate agreement,” he said carefully, “Noah Carter is now the legal beneficiary of William Harrington’s holdings.”

Charles stared at the boy in disbelief.

“You expect me to believe this child suddenly owns part of my company?”

The board chairwoman spoke calmly.