The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 203 I Saw Brandon Crying

Harrison stared at the woman, panic written all over his face, completely speechless.

It never crossed his mind that the woman he’d been tangled up with for two whole years would stab him in the back—literally—just like that.

She yanked her hand back smoothly, and blood splashed onto her face, oddly seductive and darkly beautiful.

She wiped a drop of blood off her lashes and licked it off her fingertip. "Tastes sweet. Bet you didn’t see that coming."

Rising gracefully, she slowly started getting dressed. "Honestly, you should’ve known this was coming the moment we hooked up. Messing with the boss’s girl? How long did you really think you’d live? But hey, thanks for all the fun. I’ll make this quick for you."

Harrison lay on the stained sheets, naked and drenched in blood—ugly, broken, exposed.

"Wh...y...?" he choked out.

She slipped on a snow-white fur coat. With a freshly lit cigarette between her fingers, she took a deep drag and exhaled coolly.

"Because you slipped up, idiot."

With the cigarette still between her lips, she adjusted her coat and walked out.

As a black and a white Bentley pulled up at the scene, thirty modified Range Rovers were already lined up.

Samuel saw them and immediately called Oliver. "Bro, we’re surrounded."

Tristan pushed open the car door and got out. At the same time, the men in the Range Rovers began climbing out one by one.

Cameron led the group and walked over. "Boss."

Samuel blinked. Wait... these guys were Tristan’s? He was glad only Oliver had heard his earlier freak-out.

But Oliver got out and chuckled, "Sam here thought we were under siege."

Samuel looked like he’d been betrayed by his own blood. "Seriously?"

Tristan lifted his chin slightly. "Bring Harrison out."

"Yes, sir!"

Dozens stormed into the villa with heavy arms, thoroughly searching for Harrison.

Minutes later, Cameron came running. "Sir, Harrison’s dead. Looks like a sharp weapon sliced through his carotid artery. He was naked, with signs of recent intimacy. No one else in the house. All security footage was destroyed, and the prior recordings are gone too."

"The killer wanted to shut him up. Knew he’d been compromised." Tristan paused. "Tip off the Binford PD anonymously."

He turned to Samuel. "Clean up our footprints. Don’t want this coming back to us. And pull records on every vehicle that’s been by this villa."

Samuel muttered, "Hold up, am I your assistant now?"

Tristan chuckled. "If Megan were here, I wouldn’t be bothering you."

Samuel: "...What species of dog are you?"

Tristan took the cigarette pack from Cameron, pulled one out and held it between his lips. Cameron lit it for him.

As the smoke lingered in the air, Tristan glanced at Connor. "Harrison’s gone."

Connor frowned. "I’ll dig into whoever’s behind this. Count me in."

"Go with Cameron," Tristan said and turned toward the Maybach Cameron had driven—the one he left parked back on the highway. He jumped in and sped off.

He dialed Megan. She picked up instantly.

"Babe, you okay?"

"Yeah. Missing you. Are you at the hospital?"

"Just got here. Emily’s still in surgery."

Tristan let out a soft "Mm." "Send me the location, I’ll come now."

Snow was falling hard. A silver sports car sat on the roadside.

A woman stood next to the door, dressed in a long white fur coat that brushed her ankles, hand outstretched for a ride.

She waved frantically as a black Maybach roared down the highway towards her.Tristan narrowed his eyes slightly and drove past, the tires carving deep tracks in the snow.

The woman let out a light scoff. "What a cold fish. But we’ll run into each other again soon. There’s no man I can’t handle."

The car pulled up in front of the Binford Hospital.

As soon as Tristan stepped out, he spotted the petite woman standing by the entrance in a white puffer jacket, looking just like a little teddy bear.

Seeing him approach, Megan carefully stepped down the stairs and slowly made her way over.

When she got close enough, Tristan pulled her into his arms. "Megan."

Megan sniffed. "Did you smoke?"

"I’ll be careful next time," he admitted right away. "Harrison is gone."

Megan’s face changed in shock. "So fast? What about the killer?"

"She took off before we arrived. Pretty sure it was a woman. Harrison had sex before he died."

Megan sighed. "Not surprising he died at the hands of a woman. Was there surveillance in the villa?"

Tristan nodded. "Yeah, but it had all been disabled before we got there. The whole thing was planned. I had Samuel wipe our tracks and pull all the traffic records near the villa."

"Your cousin really just listens to you like that?"

Tristan ruffled her hair. "Yep. Willingly, happily. Might be the charm."

"Seriously? You’ve no shame."

He pinched her cheek. "If it keeps you smiling, I’ll ditch the shame. Come on, let’s go check on Emily."

"Emily?" Megan paused for a second.

"I’ll let you in on something—I saw Brandon crying."

Megan raised her brows. "For real?"

"Dead serious."

She stopped, turning to him with a smirk. "Was it worse than you crying?"

"Not even close," Tristan leaned close to whisper, "Definitely not as bad as me when you cry... in bed."

Megan gave him a look. "Tristan, you dog."

Outside the OR, Brandon sat on the bench, his head lowered, his whole demeanor tense and anxious.

He looked up slightly at the sound of footsteps, then stood up. "So... Harrison’s really dead?"

"Is everyone in the Lewis family some kind of mind reader?" Tristan replied. "How’d you nail that one?"

Brandon tapped his watch. "Just figured it out by the timing."

"How’s your girl holding up?" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Softly, Brandon said, "Bullet hit the upper right lung. She was struggling to breathe, tons of internal bleeding, almost choked... but we got her here fast. They’re taking out the bullet now, but there’s a risk of bleeding out during the procedure."

Megan walked up to him. "She’s gonna be okay. She has to be."

Brandon gave a quiet nod, looking lost.

Time ticked by in silence—then the light above the OR turned off.

Brandon stood up, fists clenched, visibly tense.

When the metal doors opened, a body covered in a white sheet was wheeled out. All the color drained from Brandon’s face.

His feet almost dragged as he stepped forward, his voice shaky. "Emily..."

Megan had never seen Brandon like this before. That cold, distant guy suddenly looked so broken. Barely got to love her, and now just—gone?

Too cruel.

"Brandon..." Megan covered her mouth, tears welling.

Tristan pulled her into his arms. "Megan, don’t look."

Brandon just stood there. Tears silently rolled down from his sharp eyes.

A doctor adjusted his glasses. "Family of Marry Klein? She passed peacefully, lived a long life. I’m sorry for your loss."