The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 206 When Shadows Take Aim

Megan shook her head. "You’re all already doing everything you can to protect me. Oh—there’s something you don’t know yet."

She turned to Stella with a bright smile and grabbed her arm. "Brandon’s getting married."

"What? Married? To who?"

"His assistant, Emily Gates."

Stella looked a bit stunned. "Wait, I’m about to have a daughter-in-law? I thought Brandon was the least likely one in the family to settle down, and now he’s the first! So, where is she?"

Samuel blurted out, "She took a bullet and ended up in Binford Hospital."

"What do you mean she got shot? Are you guys hiding something from me again?"

Seeing Stella’s face tense up, Samuel realized he shouldn’t have spoken so freely.

He coughed awkwardly. "Well, yesterday Megan, Brandon, and Emily were kidnapped..."

Megan rubbed her forehead. Great, now it just sounds worse.

"Kidnapped?" Stella’s gaze shot to Megan’s belly. "Why didn’t you tell me? What if something had happened to you? So...the person behind your kidnapping and Mr. Lewis falling off the building yesterday—same group, right?"

She exhaled sharply. "Who on earth is this? Are they trying to wipe out both the Lewis and Reid families?"

Tristan said seriously, "Mom, don’t worry. We already know who’s behind it. We’re just short of solid proof."

He glanced at Oliver and Jason. "Let’s talk in the study."

As Tristan and the three Lewis brothers headed to the study, Megan pulled Stella down onto the couch beside her.

"Let me tell you more about her."

"Emily’s Brandon’s assistant. She’s been into him for years. Yesterday, when they got kidnapped, she jumped in front of a bullet for him. I think Brandon actually cares about her. If he didn’t, he’d just be grateful—not offering to marry her. Once a straight guy falls, he falls hard. The fact it moved this fast? Honestly, kinda a good thing."

Stella pondered for a bit. "Then I’ll visit her at the hospital this afternoon." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"I’ll check in with Brandon first." Megan called Brandon to relay Stella’s plans.

Brandon said they’d be transferring from Binford Hospital to the Capital Hospital this afternoon.

Stella got a little excited and said she wanted to cook soup herself for her future daughter-in-law.

In the study.

Tristan looked over at the three Lewis brothers sitting across from him. "We’re about twenty days out from the election. If we can hold it together this year, Nathaniel Cooper should stay quiet for a few years."

Oliver took a long drag from his cigarette. "Not a chance. He’s groomed a bunch of puppets. And this time, he’s all in—he’ll stop at nothing."

"Tristan, do you have something on him?"

Tristan looked them straight in the eye. "There’s a sorcery worm base in Lorchester. If we destroy it, think he’ll just let it go?"

Samuel stared in shock. "If he loses it, won’t we all be in major danger?"

Jason flicked his finger hard against Samuel’s forehead. "Idiot. You think if we ignore it, we’ll be safe? Look at how deep this guy’s schemes run. If the law weren’t in place, he’d probably be dead a hundred times over by now."

Oliver crushed his cigarette in the ashtray and looked up. "You think he’ll react if we make a move?"

"All his men are controlled by sorcery worm. If they die because of it, you think he won’t lose it? Right before the election, that kind of loss could cost him big time."Samuel finally caught on to Tristan’s plan. "Damn, that’s smart. Kill the bugs, and you strike right at Nathaniel Cooper’s weakness. But how exactly do you think you’re gonna pull that off? We’re talking about sorcery worm here. Miss even one, and it could turn into a nightmare."

Oliver nodded. "Yeah, this isn’t the kind of thing you gamble with people’s lives on."

Jason rubbed his chin. "And who’s to say Nathaniel isn’t planning to let them loose himself? If we don’t act fast, who knows how many lives could be at risk."

Tristan had a cigarette between his lips, its ember glowing faintly through the haze of smoke.

He let out a low laugh behind the swirling gray. "Nathaniel Cooper’s goal is just to stir public chaos with an insect outbreak, force Charles Cooper to step down, and then swoop in like some fake hero to clean up the mess he started."

Oliver narrowed his eyes slightly. "Got any concrete ideas?"

"Bomb the place to dust."

The three brothers looked up sharply at him.

"You serious right now?"

"Where are you getting bombers from?"

"Tristan, you’re supposed to be a legit businessman. What’s with the heavy weapons talk?"

"Come on, man. You get caught doing that, you’ll probably get the death penalty. What happens to my sister then?"

Tristan stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "I’m King."

That one sentence made the room fall into complete silence. Who hadn’t heard of that chilling name?

King—the world’s most terrifying arms dealer, balancing power across nations, showing up wherever justice failed and evil spread.

Oliver let out a low chuckle. "Didn’t see that coming. Thought King was some cranky old guy."

Jason was just as shocked. "Known you for years, never suspected this side of you."

Samuel looked frozen. "If a bomber flies into our airspace unannounced, it’s getting shot down. What’s your plan?"

Tristan lazily leaned back in his chair. "I’m going to talk to Charles Cooper about that. But I’ll need your help too. I can’t blow this identity yet."

Samuel blinked. "What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Mask our fighters’ signals. Turn them into ghost planes." A sly grin tugged at Tristan’s lips. "Unless you’d rather I ask Megan instead?"

Samuel cleared his throat. "Please, this is nothing. Are you doubting my skills now?"

Tristan chuckled lightly. "Word is, the so-called hacking god never beat Blackwing even once."

Samuel: "...You really had to go there?"

The room was filled with muffled laughter from the men.

Time was tight, so Tristan skipped lunch and drove straight to a private villa.

It blended in with all the other houses in the area. Nothing fancy, not even in a prime location.

He parked far away and made his way there on foot.

Inside, a man was leisurely hitting balls on a virtual golf range.

"You’re here," the man looked up and gave a nod toward Tristan, gesturing for him to join.

Tristan picked a random club from a nearby bucket and took his place next to the man. One soft tap—the ball rolled right in.

"There’s a sorcery worm base in Lorchester. Time to move."

The man stood tall and composed, his air exuding quiet authority.

He let out a weary sigh. "After all these years... I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this."

Tristan asked with a faint smile, "Still not ready to let go?"

"He’s still my little brother. How do I explain it to our parents?"

Tristan understood, but his tone remained steady. "He’s cornered everyone again and again. If someone like him grabs control, it won’t just be your conscience at stake—it’s the whole nation."