The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 220 The First Lie

Rumor had it that Tristan Reid was always cold and distant. Except for Megan Shaw, he barely spoke more than a few words to any woman. Flirty behavior like this? Totally out of character.

Liliana Martin froze for a second.

"What, you don’t think I look good?" Tristan turned slightly, eyes settling on her.

She pulled a stiff smile. "You look great."

Tristan let out a soft chuckle. "At least you’ve got taste. Let’s go."

Liliana obediently followed behind him as they exited the CEO’s office.

The group of secretaries outside were stunned. The moment the VIP elevator doors closed behind the two, the gossip exploded.

"Did you see that? That’s his personal assistant!"

"Oh my god! Weren’t he and his wife so lovey-dovey a while ago?"

"Isn’t Mrs. Reid pregnant? Maybe she can’t keep up anymore. Bet hiring an assistant was just a cover—sleeping with her sounds more like it."

"I don’t believe Mr. Reid’s that kind of guy. No way."

"Please, every cat sneaks out eventually."

"Poor Mrs. Reid... she probably has no clue what’s going on."

...

Unaware of the rumors swirling around, the unfortunate Mrs. Reid was at home reading stories to her baby bump, hoping her child would grow up loving books as much as she did.

Nova Tech lay across her shoulder and asked, “Is Master not joining us for dinner today? Work stuff again?”

Megan smiled. "Yeah, there’s a new bombshell assistant at the office." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Nova smacked her lips. "Yikes. He’s asking for it."

"Relax," Megan said calmly. "Your master holds on tight to his life."

Then the parrot swooped in, chirping, "He’s reckless! Totally reckless! Dancing on the edge of danger!"

Megan closed the storybook, reached her arm out, and the parrot perched on it. “Think I should go see this assistant for myself? What if she’s one of those high-level players?”

The parrot nodded furiously. "Screw that dog of a man! Shut it down!"

Megan laughed, shaking her head. “Nova, I bet you taught the parrot that.”

Nova snickered, “I learned it from Zeta Prime.”

Megan shot her a look and picked up her phone to text Cameron Brooks: [Where’s the event you guys are attending tonight?]

Cameron replied right away: [Grand Hyatt. Auction.]

"All the same kind of people," Megan muttered, rising and walking into the closet. She came out in a white down coat that brushed her ankles and headed for the door.

“Mr. Ford, take me to the Grand Hyatt.”

Mr. Ford nodded and went to bring the car around. Once it stopped at the driveway, he got out to open the door for her.

Megan looked up at the blood-red sunset for a moment before slipping into the back seat.

Forty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of the hotel.

With Mr. Ford by her side, Megan stepped into the building and walked into the auction hall.

As soon as she got to the entrance, she spotted Tristan seated right at the front—posture straight, eyes fixed forward.

The woman beside him sat way too close, occasionally sneaking glances his way. That had to be the new assistant.

“Ma’am, aren’t you going in to speak to Mr. Reid?” Mr. Ford understood what brought her here. “A man like Mr. Reid? Bound to attract attention.”

Megan let out a long breath. “Told me he was going to a party, and it’s actually an auction. This kind of show—I think I’ll just watch from here. First time he’s ever lied to me.”

She and Mr. Ford picked out seats in the back.

Up front, the host was introducing a multicolored gemstone necklace, starting at $100,000.Bidding quickly heated up, and it wasn’t long before the price hit 800 grand.

Tristan Reid calmly raised his paddle. "One million."

The moment he spoke, the entire room fell silent. No one dared to bid against him.

For one, everyone knew once Tristan wanted something, there was no chance for others. Two, going up against a big shot like him? Not worth it. Better to save face and leave a good impression.

Mr. Ford leaned over and whispered, "Ma’am, look at how much Sir cares about you—he’s buying you that necklace."

Megan Shaw said nothing, her eyes fixed silently on the scene.

By the end of the auction, Tristan had snapped up a heap of jewelry—necklaces, earrings, rings, and bracelets. The total? A cool 33 million.

The organizers carefully packed everything into a deep blue gift bag and handed it to Tristan. Cameron Brooks stepped forward to take it.

But Tristan took it himself, then handed it straight to Liliana Martin. "For you. It suits you."

Liliana looked flustered. "Mr. Reid, this is... way too much. I can’t accept it."

Tristan smiled faintly. "Beautiful things should be with beautiful people."

That moment didn’t escape Megan or Mr. Ford.

Mr. Ford cringed inwardly—he’d literally just said the gifts were for Megan. Now? His words felt like a slap in the face. Trying to ease the mood, he said, "Ma’am, don’t overthink it. Sir really cares—you should’ve seen him when you got kidnapped. He nearly fell apart."

Megan gave a quiet "mm" and said, "Let’s go home." Then she turned and walked away.

Mr. Ford glanced at Tristan in the distance, let out a heavy sigh, and silently followed after Megan.

Cameron caught a glimpse of Mr. Ford and quietly told Tristan, "Your wife was here."

Tristan gave a short "Mm." "Drop Miss Martin off, then head back to the estate."

The car pulled up outside Riverside Tower. Liliana held the gift bag tightly. "Thank you, Mr. Reid. First day on the job and I already got such a fancy gift. I promise I’ll give it my all and not let you down."

Tristan’s tone was relaxed. "No need to thank me, Miss Martin. Get some rest. I’ll have Cameron pick you up tomorrow morning."

"Thanks, Mr. Reid." Liliana stepped out and only walked into the building after the car’s taillights disappeared into the night.

From the rearview mirror, Cameron watched Tristan smoke in silence. He really couldn’t figure the man out anymore.

He hesitated, then said, "Boss, you think your wife might be upset about this? I mean, this girl just got promoted from a regular secretary to being your personal assistant overnight. That’s bound to raise eyebrows. Maybe explain things to your wife later, yeah?"

Through the haze of smoke, Tristan let out a laugh. "You spoil a woman too much, she starts getting used to it."

Cameron stared, jaw clenched, stunned Tristan could actually say that out loud.

They arrived at Dreamscape Manor.

As Tristan got out, he said, "Pick me up first thing tomorrow. Then we’ll get Miss Martin." With that, he stepped out of the car.

Cameron exhaled hard, gripping the steering wheel. "What a jerk... You’ve got a wife carrying your kid and you’re out here playing saint to another woman? Unreal."

He made a sharp U-turn and drove off.

Tristan entered the villa, shrugging off his coat and yanking off his tie. He tossed it to Mr. Ford with a cold voice, "Burn it."

Mr. Ford hurried after him. "Sir, ma’am saw everything—saw you hand that gift to that woman yourself. She’s pregnant, she really can’t take this kind of emotional hit."

Tristan paused briefly. "So what? She’s pregnant, not made of glass."

Mr. Ford watched him go up the stairs, his heart so heavy it felt like lead. Was this still Tristan Reid?

Completely blinded by some homewrecker?