The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 112 Her Other Identity

Tristan had Cameron order takeout from Zen Grove Table.

So when they stepped into the executive suite, they were greeted by a dining cart loaded with food containers.

Walking her into the washroom to wash their hands, Tristan noticed Megan looking a little down. He leaned in, gently brushing her cheek with the tip of his nose and murmured, "With Brandon around, don’t worry. Grandpa will be fine."

As the foamy soap rinsed off under the clear stream, it felt like the clouds lifting after a storm.

His soothing voice melted the tension in her chest. Megan felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

Turning around, she leaned into his warm embrace, inhaling the crisp, bamboo-like scent on him. "As long as you’re here, nothing scares me."

In her past life, she kept running from him, and it wasn’t until the end that she realized how good he was. Now, granted another chance at life, she wanted to hold on to this man forever.

Tristan turned off the tap and grabbed a towel, drying his hands. His sharp jaw rested lightly against her soft hair, her scent infiltrating his senses.

He kissed her, first her smooth forehead, then the tip of her nose, until finally reaching those delicate, petal-soft lips...

His kiss deepened, rougher now, pulling her into it.

Megan had to stand on her toes, gripping tightly onto his tie.

He let out a low groan. "Megan, are you trying to take me out here?"

She blinked, dazed, and then realized how tightly she’d yanked his tie. The white collar was snug against his neck, and a red mark had started to appear near his Adam’s apple.

"Oops... sorry, didn’t mean to choke your poor neck."

Chuckling, Tristan gently pinched her chin and lifted it. "This little mouth of yours should come with a warning label."

Then he leaned back in and kissed her again— this time slower, but just as consuming.

Megan clutched the fabric at his waist, trying to steady herself but also resisting just a little.

He groaned low, his breath heating the skin just beneath her ear. "Careful now, you keep tempting me."

"I still have a meeting," he whispered, trying to get a grip.

Understanding, she didn’t push it any further. "Okay fine, go eat first... then maybe get dessert— me."

Tristan wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. "You little tease."

He carried her out of the washroom and sat with her at the coffee table.

Every dish on the tray was something Megan liked.

She looked up at him and asked, "Babe, you always order stuff I love. Do you even have a favorite?"

"I like you."

"Ugh, you’re ridiculous," she giggled with a faux whine.

They ate lunch, giggling and chatting the whole time, until it was almost 1 p.m.

Tristan kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Be good. Take a nap. I’ve got a meeting."

Once he left and the door gently clicked shut, Megan sat up straight, her whole demeanor shifting.

She stepped out to the tall windows, staring at the new building going up across the street.

Pulling out her phone, she made a call.

"Arthur, how’s the company setup coming along?"

"We’re pretty much there," Arthur answered. "Just some minor details left. But there’ve been whispers... someone’s trying to dig into your identity."

Megan let out a light snort. "NexusStar’s success was bound to ruffle some feathers. Just keep yourself safe. They won’t be able to trace it back to me.""Yeah, Oliver got in touch. He’s on board with the NexusStar partnership."

Megan let out a quiet "mm," then said, "Reid Group and Lewis Group are allies, so they stayed out of the bidding. Otherwise, even if all the major corps teamed up, they might not beat Reid Group."

Arthur chuckled. "Honestly, I’m dying to see Mr. Reid’s face if he finds out NexusStar is your doing."

Megan narrowed her eyes slightly, half amused. What might happen? Maybe her waist wouldn’t survive.

"That day’s never coming," she said casually.

Arthur looked puzzled. "I still don’t get why you’re pushing so hard. I mean, Mr. Reid’s already the richest man in the world."

Megan smiled faintly. "I just want to stand beside him as his equal, that’s all."

Arthur sighed internally—she sure loved stirring things up. Not that he’d dare say that aloud.

Before hanging up, he asked when the deal with Oliver would be signed.

Megan paused to think. "Tomorrow."

Two hours later, Tristan gently pushed open the lounge door. He caught sight of Megan, fresh out of the shower and wrapped in a bathrobe.

He pressed her onto the bed and picked up the hairdryer to dry her inky-black hair.

"Sleep well?" he asked gently.

"It was great. Your scent on the pillow makes me feel safe," she murmured with a hint of a smile.

Then, half-casually, she added, "I noticed the building across from yours got bought out."

"Mhm. That one? It’s a company called NexusStar. Kind of a mystery—never heard of them before."

"What’s your take on them?" Her gaze lifted to meet his.

His fingers moved smoothly through her damp hair. Once it was nearly dry, he set the dryer aside.

Looking down at her with interest, he teased, "Why? Got your eye on them?"

She looped her arms around his waist. "Word is, NexusStar’s CEO is young, super handsome, charming... the full package."

She didn’t finish. The next thing she knew, her back was against the soft bed.

Tristan’s eyes sparked with a warning glint as he traced her cheek with his fingertips. "Megan... care to repeat that?"

Oops. She realized she’d gone too far. This man was basically marinated in jealousy 24/7.

She cleared her throat. "I was joking, okay? Just playing."

"But I took it seriously," he grinned wickedly. "Now how do you plan to make it up to me, huh?"

That sultry tone sent a shiver down her spine. She swallowed hard. "How about a kiss?"

"Not even close." He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Only one thing works for this kind of heartache."

She chuckled awkwardly, then patted the space next to her. "Alright, I’m game."

With a flick of his fingers, the robe slipped off. "Good girl. Static solutions won’t cut it—only dynamic action cures jealousy."

She rolled her eyes at him, but that playful, smoldering look on her face, the contrast of rosy lips and pearly teeth... he couldn’t look away.

He tilted her chin up and sealed her lips with a kiss that left no room for words.

The next morning.

After dropping Megan off at Meridian University, Tristan blended right back into the traffic flow.

Meanwhile, Megan reached for a ornately carved wooden box from her bag in the passenger seat. From it, she pulled out a delicate, paper-thin human-skin mask.

She carefully put it on while looking in the mirror—a young, handsome man’s face appeared.

Next, she tied up her black hair and put on a thick, short-hair wig.