The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 154 No Mercy for Monsters

Tristan’s jaw was clenched tight as he strode out, carrying Megan in his arms.

Megan didn’t say a word the whole way. She just stared blankly out the window, pupils unfocused, watching the scenery fly by. Her mind kept looping through all those memories with Diane.

There’d be no more chances like that again.

Tristan let out a quiet sigh. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept you locked up for six months. I took away your time with the Shaw family."

Megan turned her head and looked at him. "This wasn’t your fault. I only hate the one pulling strings behind all this. How many lives do they have to ruin before they’re satisfied?"

Tristan tightened his grip on her hand. "Don’t worry. I’ll find out who it is. I promise."

After he dropped Megan off at Dreamscape Manor, Tristan drove straight to the police station.

Inside the interrogation room, Ryan stood with hands on hips, practically fuming as he glared at the indifferent man in front of him. "Are you gonna talk or not? Who told you to do it?!"

The man rolled his eyes. "Nobody. I was just in a bad mood and figured I’d drag a few people down with me."

Ryan grabbed him by the collar. "That’s attempted murder!"

The man sneered. "Yeah? So what? I’m done with life. Go ahead, kill me!"

Right then, the door slammed open. Tristan walked in with a murderous glint in his eyes. He marched right up, coldly staring down Ryan. "Move."

Ryan recognized the rage burning behind Tristan’s calm facade, and without a word, stepped aside and signaled the officer taking notes to lock the door.

The man shot Tristan a defiant grin. "What now? Gonna beat me to death? I’m not scared of dying, y—"

Before he could finish, Tristan’s punch landed squarely on his face.

The man hit the floor hard, spitting out two bloody teeth.

Tristan hauled him back up by the collar, one hand clenching around the man’s throat and lifting him off the ground.

The guy’s eyes bulged out, veins popping as his face turned beet red. His legs kicked wildly in the air, breath choking off as his pupils rolled back. He slapped at Tristan’s arm in desperation, face turning a deep bluish-purple.

"Boss Reid..."

Ryan kept quiet mainly because the victim was Tristan’s mother-in-law, but if this guy died here, Ryan knew he’d be in hot water too. His badge would be toast.

Tristan finally let go, flinging the man against the wall. He slammed into the ground with a thud.

Calmly, Tristan pulled a wet wipe from his coat pocket and cleaned his hands, then sat down in the interrogation chair, legs crossed, looking down at the man like he was dirt.

The man gasped for air for a while before he managed a crooked smile. "Go on then. Kill me."

Tristan lit a cigarette and said nothing.

Soon, someone knocked on the door. Ryan went to open it—it was Cameron.

Cameron handed over a brown envelope. Tristan took out the documents inside.

"Marcus Ford. Sentenced to twenty years fifteen years ago for child trafficking. Got out early for good behavior. Your wife, Naila, was convicted alongside you."

The man finally realized why they’d drawn blood after arresting him. It wasn’t to check for drunk driving—it was a DNA test.

What if they found out who his biological daughter was?

No, no way, he told himself. Karl had said they wouldn’t be able to trace her.

Karl promised that if everyone in the Shaw family died, his daughter would be safe.

Ever since he and his wife got out, the Shaw family had kept them imprisoned. They had it coming.

And let’s be real—the Shaws only wanted to use against Amelia. Like hell he was gonna let that happen.

His only regret? Elliot was still breathing.

Slumped against the wall, the man let out a dry laugh. "So what if you know?"

Tristan stubbed out his cigarette on the table, a cold smirk tugging at his lips. "So... twenty years ago, what happened to your daughter? You sell her too?"