The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 167 You’re From the Richmond Family?

Chapter 167: Chapter 167 You’re From the Richmond Family?

Tristan tossed and turned all night, but it wasn’t the bed he missed—it was the woman who should’ve been lying next to him.

Just when he thought they’d be heading out first thing in the morning, Megan hit him with a curveball—she needed to stay another two days.

For the next three days, Tristan could only watch as other people took up all of Megan’s time. Saying he was frustrated would be an understatement.

Finally, on the fourth day, they left the Lewis estate and returned to Dreamscape Manor.

"Master! Fairy’s back! Zeta Prime missed you guys so much!"

Without missing a beat, Tristan scooped Megan into his arms and made a beeline upstairs.

Zeta Prime flicked Nova Tech off its metallic head. "The humans are about to engage in some adult content. Time for a tactical retreat."

Nova flopped onto the floor dramatically. "What the heck, you traitor! You just threw me like trash!"

With a wicked laugh, Zeta said, "You’re a tech dog. I’m the *real* dog here."

It took Nova a few beats to process. "Wait... Zeta, was that—was that a pun? Did you just get clever on me?"

Inside the bedroom, Tristan laid Megan softly on the bed. His fingers, long and defined, brushed gently across her cheek. "Megan, I’ve missed you like crazy."

She blinked up at him, pretending not to get it. "But I’m right here in front of you, aren’t I?"

He dropped his gaze. "Not close enough. I want zero distance between us."

Her cheeks flushed pink, lips pressed tight in a shy smile as she lightly pushed against his chest. "You’re unbelievable."

His eyes locked onto her blushing lips, the heat in his gaze tangible. He leaned in.

Tristan’s warm hands caressed her smooth skin.

The room’s temperature ticked up quickly. Tristan rolled over with her in his arms, letting her straddle him.

She braced herself on his abs, her dark curls tumbling past her waist, looking every bit the seductive little vixen.

Who knew how long it lasted, but by the end, Tristan was drenched in sweat, clinging to Megan as if letting go wasn’t an option, face buried in her chest.

Neither of them ate or drank that entire day—they were way too busy messing up the sheets.

The next day, Tristan drove Megan to the Shaw villa.

"You’re back, Megan! Tristan!"

Megan walked up and wrapped Chloe in a hug. "Chloe."

Chloe shook her head quickly. "I’m so sorry for everything."

Megan gently gripped Chloe’s shoulders. "This isn’t your fault, and I never held it against Grandpa, either. Actually, I feel lucky. I’ve got two whole families that care about me. Growing up here was a blessing, and I’ve always been grateful—especially because I had a sweet little sister."

She wiped away Chloe’s tears. "Where are Dad and Grandpa?"

"They’re in the study. I’ll take you to see them."

A knock sounded on the study door, followed by Bernard’s aged but steady voice. "Come in."

Chloe turned the handle and stepped inside. "Grandpa, Dad—Megan and Tristan are here."

Bernard smiled warmly, though a hint of guilt lingered in his eyes. "Megan, Tristan, glad you’re here. Please, have a seat."

Elliot gave them a slight nod. "What would you like to drink? Chloe will get it for you."

As Megan and Tristan sat on the couch, Tristan smiled easily. "No need for all the formality—we’re family, aren’t we?"

That single word—"family"—hit home. For Bernard and Elliot, it meant one thing: they’d been forgiven.

"I’m sorry, Megan," Bernard said softly. "If there’s one regret I have in life... it’s how we failed you."Megan gave a soft smile. "I was really happy growing up with the Shaws. I don’t think I lost anything. Actually, I came today because there’s something I want to tell you all."

Elliot looked at her. "Is it about changing your last name?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

He let out a quiet sigh. "Guess it’s time for you to take back the Lewis name. I’m sorry... we kind of took you in for almost twenty years."

Megan stood up and walked over to him, gently taking his hand. "Dad, the Lewis family said I don’t have to change it. I’ll still be Megan. To me, it’s just a name. That won’t change how I feel about you all. You’ll always be my grandpa, my dad, my sister... and Diane will always be my mom."

"Sweetheart..." The man, now in his fifties and holding back tears, murmured, "Thank you. Really."

After leaving the Shaw home, Megan and Tristan headed to the Tianyuan Cemetery.

She didn’t say anything about not being the real daughter of the Shaws. Instead, she just talked about the good stuff—how she’d accepted Mrs. Lewis as her godmother, how her brothers from the Lewis family treated her well. She promised she’d keep looking after the Shaws. She never mentioned anything painful.

Tristan stood by her side, watching her laugh so naturally, but he knew deep down she was hurting.

Because the real mastermind was still out there.

He flicked a cigarette from the box, lit it, took a deep drag, and watched the smoke twist and fade—just like the truth, waiting to be uncovered.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of someone, and then—gone.

Narrowing his sharp eyes, he stepped forward to follow.

But the figure disappeared down several turns without a trace.

It hit him—someone had been watching Megan all along. His brows furrowed as he turned and rushed back.

But Megan was nowhere to be seen. On the ground lay a single tranquilizer dart.

He dialed Cameron while sprinting toward the cemetery gate.

Nothing. Not even a car in sight.

He immediately called Oliver. "She’s gone."

In a warm and cozy room, a man sat by the bed, eyes fixed on a sleeping woman in a white lace dress—though tied with ropes.

His fingers lightly traced her delicate, pale cheek. "So beautiful... like a flawless sculpture. A shame I came back too late. You’ve already been marked by another man. But it’s okay. I’ll let that slide. As long as you stay with me."

His lips dipped toward hers, but suddenly the woman’s cold eyes snapped open. "William Banks!"

Megan never imagined that the faceless shadow haunting her all this time would turn out to be Professor William from Meridian University.

The man lifted his hand behind his ear and peeled off a thin mask, delicate as a butterfly’s wing.

Her eyes widened, brows knitted. "Who are you, really?"

"Karl Freeman."

Megan sucked in a sharp breath. "What are you after?"

"Take a guess."

His mocking laugh filled the air as she stared hard at him. "You’re from the Richmond family?"

Karl paused, then clapped leisurely. "Smart girl. Keep going."

"You were that baby—just a year old back then. You didn’t die. Someone saved you. And now you’re out for payback. You blame the Bennette and Channing families for destroying your family. Think the Reid and Lewis families didn’t do enough to protect you. Everything you’re doing now is for revenge on all four families."

Karl grinned with a mix of madness and desire, his eyes burning with heat. "And for one other thing—" He leaned in, "You."