The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 105 Who Was Amelia Testing DNA For?

Inside the room at the Emerald Cove villa, the heavy curtains barely left a sliver of light sneaking in from the afternoon sun.

Samuel squinted his fox-like eyes, his long fingers dancing over the keyboard with practiced ease. Just as he was locked in, a message popped up in the corner of the screen. His fingers froze mid-tap.

He clicked it. The smug, taunting message from Blackwing stared back at him.

That guy again.

Samuel clenched his fingers tight, a curse hovering on his lips.

Blackwing!

This damn guy again?

Does he have to stick his head in everywhere?

Samuel’s fingers flew to the keyboard: [None of your damn business.]

Blackwing replied in a second: [Loser.]

Then—offline. Just like that.

Samuel let out a heavy sigh, eyes still locked on the tangled mess of code on his screen. Nothing was going right.

He spun two full circles back in his leather chair like a frustrated kid.

He’d been king of the hacker world for so long—until Blackwing showed up out of nowhere, wrecked his perfect win record, and vanished. That half-year when Blackwing went radio-silent? Absolute bliss.

But now the guy’s crawled back out, hijacking his targets, and even shooting taunts at him?

Wait—

Could he be keeping tabs on this same project?

Or... is Oliver doing something behind his back and got Blackwing on board?

He snapped upright, grabbed his phone, and dialed his brother.

"Oliver, you hired Blackwing?"

"What?" a confused voice answered.

Samuel gave him the rundown, and Oliver calmly analyzed it—it might not be them, maybe someone else had taken interest... or Blackwing just had it out for Samuel specifically, waiting to snatch any deal he touched.

Samuel rubbed his temples, all tapped out.

"Did you finish fixing it?" Oliver asked.

Samuel cleared his throat. "Yeah... It’s 90% done."

And—that’s when his screen suddenly went dark.

"Crap. I’ve been hacked."

He tossed the phone aside and blitzed into emergency mode, throwing up a fresh firewall, scrambling to shield his virtual IP. If it got traced to his real one, he was totally exposed.

Could it be Blackwing?

No... Blackwing would’ve outed him ages ago, if he wanted.

So there’s someone else, someone lurking in the shadows.

Somewhere else, in a quiet, dim room, another man smirked, lips curling up wickedly as he muttered to himself, "Looks like the so-called hacker god’s got some tricks after all."

A knock disrupted the moment. He flicked a glance toward the door. "Come in."

A man in a baseball cap stepped in, gave a respectful nod. "Boss, it’s all cleaned up."

The man gave a light grunt. "NexusStar just bought the building across from Reid Industries. They’re set to launch in October.

Still no clue who’s behind it.

Keep eyes on them. If we find anything, eliminate the threat.

The last thing I want is them teaming up with the Lewis family.

That would be a problem."

"Yes, sir." The man exited swiftly.

A "ding" sounded from the computer. The man’s gaze jerked back.

In seconds, the firewall he built up got torn to shreds, and files he had erased began springing back to life.

His brows pinched together as he pounded at the keyboard, trying to shut it down.

Too late. None of his defenses worked.

He could only watch as the green dialog popped up—recovery complete.

His real IP address—exposed.

His face darkened instantly, eyes gleaming cold and sharp like a blade.

He snatched his phone up. "Our location’s compromised. Move out now."

Hanging up, he dragged his suit off the rack, threw it on, and walked out without a word.

The man in the cap opened the backseat door as he stepped outside.

Sliding into the car, the driver turned to him. "Boss, everyone’s pulled out. But those antiques, the paintings, all the valuables...""No need. Have all those people been gathered in one place?"

The man in the baseball cap gave a slight nod. "Yeah, all sorted."

"Alright, let’s move."

About three kilometers out, a series of explosions ripped through the forest.

Waves of searing heat rolled through the trees, making the car jerk and bounce on the uneven road.

"Sorry, boss."

The man didn’t respond, his expression calm and unreadable.

"How did we get exposed?"

A twisted smile tugged at the corner of the boss’s lips. "Ran into someone who’s not easy to deal with."

That so-called someone had just traced the IP they found and was dialing Tristan.

"I figured out who hacked into Riverside Hospital and the traffic bureau. IP points to somewhere in the outskirts, deep in the woods."

Tristan, sitting in a leather chair, stood up and walked over to a safe. He punched in a fingerprint code, and the door slid open.

He pulled out a sleek drone, placed his thumb on the activation pad.

"AI drone Amy, ready for command. Enter your instruction."

Tristan input the coordinates. "Send live feed. If there’s danger, blow yourself up."

He walked to the window, swung it open. The drone lifted off and disappeared into the sky.

"Megan, link up to my computer. You’ll see what the drone sends back."

Megan connected remotely. The screen lit up with a bird’s-eye view of the capital.

"Whoa! Military drones can use jet or turboprop engines, fly above 20,000 meters, with a range of more than 10,000km. So, Mr. Reid, what kinda beast is yours?"

He gave a low chuckle. "Definitely not worse than that."

She smirked. "Dang, hubby, didn’t know you were a tech geek. When are you building a humanoid robot?"

He leaned back lazily, eyes still on the screen. "Should I model it after you?"

Megan’s face flushed. "Hey! I’m not some appliance!"

Tristan laughed lightly. "Megan, I miss you."

She smiled, lips curving. "Me too."

"When you get to Samuel’s place, just talk to his mom."

Megan giggled. That was code for "don’t chat too much with Samuel."

What a certified jealous man.

Then both their smiles vanished as the drone camera showed fire tearing through the forest.

Explosions rattled the ground. Stone, dirt, and tree branches blasted into the air.

Tristan narrowed his eyes. "This is bigger than it looks."

A knock came at the office door.

"Come in."

Cameron stepped in, stopping by the desk. "Mr. Reid, the man who died in that car—his name’s Angus. He worked for Oliver."

Tristan waved him off, and Cameron walked out.

"Megan, looks like Oliver’s investigating Amelia behind the scenes."

Megan tapped her chin and clicked open a recovered file. "Let’s watch the video."

Watching closely, she noticed Amelia’s whole vibe was off—tense, almost panicked. When the report popped up, her eyes went wide and she totally lost it.

Megan pulled up all the reports from that timeframe. Six reports total.

Two blood panels, one trace element test, one HCG pregnancy test, and two unmarked DNA test results.

Blood, elements, and HCG—nothing major.

But judging by Amelia’s reaction, those two DNA reports were the ones that threw her off.

Neither of them had names, just results showing confirmed parent-child relationships.

Fingertips drumming against the desk, Megan wondered silently...

Who was Amelia testing DNA for?

Could it be... she found out who the real daughter of the Lewis family actually is?