The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 179 He’s Not The One Pulling The Strings.

Chapter 179: Chapter 179 He’s Not The One Pulling The Strings.

The old man spread his hands, saying, "Didn’t you get wealth anyway? You’re rich beyond measure. So what if there’s pain in the process? You’ve got money, power, status—you could have any woman you want."

Karl suddenly yanked him forward by the collar, glaring at him. "I could let everything else slide, but this—this crosses the line. You wanted her dead! To be precise, you got her killed in her past life, and now you’re planning to hurt her again. I won’t let that happen."

"You’re going to kill me over a woman?" the old man sneered.

Karl’s other hand clamped around his throat. "No, I won’t kill you. I’ll make you wish you were dead—I’ll turn you into a living corpse."

"You wouldn’t dare!"

"It’s not about daring—it’s about whether I want to."

The old man coughed harshly. "You go this far, the man behind me won’t let you off the hook."

Karl abruptly released his grip, smirking. "So there really is someone behind you. Not that surprising, honestly. I mean, look at you—how could trash like you build an empire alone?"

The old man slumped back into the chair, hacking uncontrollably. "Don’t kill me, I can get you in touch with the man calling the shots. Word is, he’s planning to hit both the Reid and Shaw families—you know exactly who they care most about right now."

"You’ve never met this person?"

"Nope. But I can reach him," he said while secretly pressing a button beneath the desk.

Within seconds, several mercenaries burst into the room.

"You’re still too green, trying to play games with me," the old man said smugly. "You just walked into your grave."

Karl strolled over and sank lazily into the couch, looking unbothered. "Oh really?"

The next second, all the guns in the room turned—not toward Karl, but toward the old man.

"You traitors!"

Keith chuckled. "Look closely—are these really your men?"

The old man squinted. Not a single familiar face.

Keith snorted coldly. "Your team was swapped out last night. Our boss used to cut you some slack out of old times’ sake, no matter how far you pushed it. But that’s over. Because now, not only do you have nothing to do with him, you’ve gone and crossed the line."

"If you lay a hand on me, I won’t connect you to that man. Then you can just stand there and watch the woman you love die."

Karl waved a hand. Two mercenaries surged forward and pinned him down.

"Break one arm first," Karl ordered. "Start with the fingers—one by one—until he coughs up the connection info."

His screams turned from curses to pathetic pleas.

Karl stepped over to the window, staring out at the snow falling. A chill hollowed out his heart.

His father was a murderer, his mother a prostitute. He’d been abandoned since birth.

Eyes closed, he felt it in his bones—he was dirty.

Someone as perfect as Megan... he’d never deserved her.

Three days flew by. Tristan drove Megan toward the Shaw estate.

She kept her eyes on his dashing profile. "Babe, any chance you can pick me up earlier?"

He glanced at her and tightened his grip on her hand. "I’ll do my best. My only worry is... Mrs. Lewis giving you a hard time."

"I’m not some naïve pushover. A few words won’t sway me."

Tristan kissed her hand. "Then I’m not worried."

When they pulled up to the Shaw family home, Zachary and Stella were already waiting outside to welcome them.

As soon as Megan got out of the car, she darted over and threw herself into Stella’s arms. "Mom, I missed you so much!"

That kind of sweet talk and full-on hug had Stella smiling from ear to ear. "Mom missed you too, sweetheart. But you’re pregnant now—you’ve got to be more careful. No more running around like that, okay?"

Megan stuck out her tongue playfully.

Zachary turned to Tristan. "Tristan, are you heading out?"

"Yes, Dad. I have to get back to the Reid family estate."

Zachary gave a nod. "Then say hi to the old Master and your father for me. We should plan a family get-together soon."

"Will do."

Tristan gave Megan one last lingering look before circling around the car and driving off.

She kept her eyes on the car until it disappeared from view.

Stella gave her hand a gentle pat, catching her small sigh. "Come on, Megan. It’s chilly today."

Megan nodded faintly, and the three of them headed inside.

"The moment we heard you were coming back, your brothers started rushing home—except Jason, he’s stuck filming. But the rest will be here for dinner."

Stella helped her to the couch and took off her coat. "Look at this face, just stood outside a bit and it’s all red from the cold. Let me warm you up, sweetheart."

Zachary chuckled. "I’ll go sort dinner—with extra dishes from Mexican cuisine. Those were always your favorites."

"I want spicy! The spicier, the better."

He looked at her fondly. "Craving spicy food, huh? Sounds like we’re expecting a little princess."

"Don’t be so sure. I craved spicy food when I was carrying Samuel, and look what I got—a rowdy little boy. Had me so disappointed..."

"Disappointed?" A teasing voice piped up. Samuel strolled in, grinning. "A son as tall, handsome, and charming as me—what’s to complain about?"

Megan giggled behind her hand. "Yeah, yeah... tall, cool, and way too confident."

Samuel stood there soaking it in, all smug and puffed up.

"Like that’s got anything to do with you!"

He flicked a finger lightly against her forehead, only to get his hand swatted by Stella. "She’s pregnant, remember? You gotta treat her like porcelain. That little tap might affect the baby!"

"That’s it, I’m doomed," Samuel muttered dramatically, collapsing onto the couch beside her. "Out of five kids, I was already at the bottom. Now with the baby, I’m demoted to sixth place."

Stella laughed. "No, more like seventh."

Samuel’s eyes widened. "Wait, what? Twins?!" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Dummy." Stella gave him a side-eye. "I counted Tristan."

"I’m your actual son!"

As the room filled with laughter, Mr. and Mrs. Lewis walked over.

"Megan’s home," Mr. Lewis greeted.

Megan stood up quickly. "Hi, Grandpa, Grandma."

Mrs. Lewis was fiddling with her favorite prayer beads as usual. "It’s good you’re here. If you want anything to eat or drink, just tell your mom. The chef may not be as good as the one at Dreamscape Manor, but he’s got skills."

"I know, Grandma. Thanks," Megan replied with a soft smile.

As the elderly couple sat down, Mrs. Lewis let out a sigh. "Ugh, now that it’s cold again, my knees are acting up. Back when Amelia was still here..."

Mr. Lewis cut her off, his tone firm. "What are you talking about? Weren’t you just taking medicine? And I had them set up the heat therapy system—you’re not in that much pain."

The light mood dimmed for a beat.

Samuel quickly stood up and grabbed Megan’s hand. "Come on, sis, let me show you something cute. Got a new pet you’ll love."