The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 182 This Fire Was Planned

The freezing wind howled through the night, while a sudden blaze lit up half the sky above the prison.

Snowflakes fluttered down like moths flying into fire, vanishing the second they got close to the flames.

Two sets of footprints trailed deep into the woods—one steady and brisk, the other wobbly and uneven.

A short while later, the falling snow covered them completely.

It took over five hours to put the fire out. The toll: countless lives lost or injured.

The prison warden collapsed right where he stood, staring in a daze at the smoldering frame that used to be the building.

"Massive fire breaks out at Capital Prison, heavy casualties reported."

"Capital Prison fire may be arson, emergency units from all districts rushed to the scene."

"Tragedy: Six firefighters lost their lives battling Capital Prison blaze."

...

The unexpected inferno at Capital Prison instantly dominated every headline.

Megan, now used to waking up in the middle of the night thanks to pregnancy bladder syndrome, shuffled to the restroom. Half-asleep, she casually glanced at her phone—then abruptly sobered up.

Prison fire?

What about Amelia?

Chances were good that all internal monitors had been destroyed... wait, what about outside surveillance?

She quickly opened her laptop to check, only to find that even the outer surveillance had been wiped way before the fire broke out. Definitely premeditated.

She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. Was the goal to erase evidence? Or maybe—extract someone?

She darted out of the room and knocked on Oliver’s door.

Minutes later, a very grumpy Oliver cracked it open. He’d been ready to scold Samuel for waking him, but seeing Megan instead, his mood flipped on a dime.

"Hey, Megan, what’s up? It’s five in the morning—can’t sleep?"

Megan held her phone up to his face. "There’s been a huge fire at Capital Prison. Tons of casualties. And get this—the outside surveillance got trashed before the fire even started. Amelia’s locked up there."

"You told Tristan yet?"

She shook her head. "He went to bed super late last night. Probably still asleep now."

Oliver: [Seriously? I’m your brother and you don’t cut me any slack?]

He gently held her hand and led her back toward her room, pressing her down to sit. "Okay, be good. Just lie down, even if you can’t sleep. It’s better for the baby. Let me handle this."

After Oliver left, Megan stood by the window, staring out at the snowfall that had lasted a full week without stopping.

Deep down, she had this gnawing feeling something was really wrong. She couldn’t shake it.

Oliver then went straight to Brandon’s door and knocked. Brandon opened it, eyes still bleary without his glasses.

"What’s going on, big bro?"

Oliver’s expression was serious. "Capital Prison’s gone up in flames. Any chance we can run DNA?"

Brandon’s brows knit together. "Depends on how badly the bodies are burned. You’re thinking this has to do with Amelia?"

"Hard to say, but you know how stubborn Grandma is. Just yesterday, Megan got home and the old lady was already begging for that girl. Now, right after Megan turned her down, this fire breaks out? Sketchy."

Brandon thought for a beat. "I’ll get a medical team over there."

"And I’ll send some guys to ask around on-site."

Yawning and scratching his head, Samuel wandered over. "What are you two whispering about so early?"

Oliver asked, "Didn’t see the news?"

Samuel blinked. "Uh, I was asleep? You think I check headlines mid-dream or something? I only came out ’cause I heard noise."

Brandon turned to him. "Capital Prison caught fire last night."

"Sh*t! Finally, time for me to show off my mad hacking skills!"Oliver let out a cold snort. "With Megan around, looks like you’re out of a job."

Samuel grumbled, "Wow, thanks for the support. For your info, Megan’s still half-asleep—I’m still useful, alright?"

"She woke me up," Oliver said. "All the surveillance around the Imperial Prison was deliberately wrecked. This fire wasn’t random—it was planned."

Samuel’s expression shifted as he looked over. "Planned? So they’re trying to cover something up? No wonder it turned out such a mess."

Brandon chimed in, tone flat, "Or they were trying to break someone out. You know how Grandma never gave up on getting Amelia out. If she’s linked to all this, the media’s going to eat us alive. Our whole family might get dragged through the mud. And if things spiral... that could crash our stock completely."

Samuel clenched his fists. "Then what are we waiting for? Go run a DNA test already—figure out if that disaster Amelia is out there or not."

Brandon shot him a cold look. "Thanks, Captain Obvious. But they were burned so bad, DNA might not even be detectable. Missing her in the count wouldn’t be weird."

Samuel sneered. "Seriously, our grandma’s built different. Even Kris Jenner’s got nothing on her when it comes to stirring chaos."

The three split up. Oliver got on the phone with his assistant. "Send a team to collect any data near the prison."

Brandon headed upstairs to get dressed, then grabbed his keys and left for the Imperial Prison.

Samuel shuffled back to his room, sulking—the stuff he could do, Megan had already handled.

Staring at the parrot, he muttered, "Stupid bird."

The parrot snapped awake, "Idiot!"

As sunlight began filtering in, Megan hadn’t managed to fall back asleep. Tossing and turning all night had her dial Tristan as soon as morning hit.

His deep, husky voice answered, "You’re up?"

"Yeah... I missed you. Did I wake you?"

"No, Cameron called earlier. Haven’t gone back to sleep since."

"It’s about the prison fire, isn’t it?"

"Yeah."

"Ugh, that pig! Cameron’s brain must be pork-flavored."

Tristan chuckled, "You’re not wrong."

"Tristan... I have a bad feeling about this. So many people died in that fire, but it just doesn’t sit right—Amelia probably didn’t die like that. I’m not hoping she did or anything... just that if someone helped her escape, we’re not done with her."

"You’re not wrong. She knows too much about the Lewis family. Cold-hearted too. I’ll look into it, don’t stress."

"Mhm..."

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room, a man sat hunched over, flipping through files under the desk light. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

There was a knock. A man in a tailored suit walked in.

"Boss, she’s been brought back. She’s staying at the villa now."

The man nodded slightly, lit a cigar, and slowly exhaled.

"Send her to Chile for now."

The suited man blinked. "Boss, can you really trust her? She’s pretty strong-willed."

"No need for trust. We’ll use a sorcery worm. Keep her dosed with the antidote regularly. She knows far too much about the Lewis family—keeping her around is worth it."

"Yes, sir."

The man took another drag. "What’s the update on Jacob Scott?"

"Nice and quiet. No red flags. Karl’s in line too. Everything’s under your control."

The man chuckled. "Perfect. Mrs. Lewis is heading out for one of her church visits. Leak some news about Amelia.."

"Understood."