The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 238 He Was the One She Called

As soon as Jason Lewis got Michelle Irwin’s message asking for help, he rushed over without a second thought.

In an industry like this, it was already tough staying clean, but for a girl working her way up all alone, it was even harder. Michelle had never agreed to those sleazy unspoken rules, and that’s why her career never really took off.

Her agent kept setting her up for drinks with producers, investors, directors — all those so-called "connections" — but she always turned them down. Just a while ago, she pissed off the CEO of Dexin Entertainment and almost got shelved by her agency.

She looked all bright and sunny on the outside, but deep down she was clearly weighed down by it all.

On set, she was polite to everyone, always respectful toward the seniors and super friendly with extras. Her acting? Solid. She nailed her scenes in one take most of the time — the tone, expressions, everything spot on.

Honestly, if she’d just played along with those big shots, she’d probably already be an A-lister by now.

Jason couldn’t help but admire her for sticking to her principles.

They first crossed paths through this movie — he played a refined, gentle male lead, and Michelle took on the role of a scheming villainess.

Though she looked innocent, she pulled off the sinister role flawlessly.

They had a pretty intense scene together — the kind where his character finds out she was behind all the chaos, points a gun at her head while she begs for her life, crying.

Jason’s character was supposed to shoot without hesitation, but the tears in Michelle’s eyes threw him off. He messed up the scene multiple times.

It was the first time in his career something like this happened. Others chalked it up to a bad day, but deep down, he knew... He wasn’t just thrown off by the role, it was her eyes that got to him.

And the second Michelle messaged him, his mind wouldn’t stop spinning — he had to go help her.

The moment he opened the door, she threw herself into his arms.

“Mr. Lewis, I’m scared...”

Jason gently patted her back, eyes narrowing as he noticed her torn shirt. “What happened?”

Just then, two big guys walked over, one of them smirking. “Wow, the sugar daddy showed up?”

“So what’s the deal — when’s the money coming? If you don’t pay up, we’ll sell her to a nightclub!”

Michelle trembled like a leaf, clutching onto Jason’s shirt for dear life, her voice shaking. “Please, Mr. Lewis, please help me...”

Jason’s eyes turned ice cold. “How much?”

“Her old man borrowed five million from us... now with interest, it’s up to fifteen million. Pay that, and we’re out. If not, we’re taking her.”

Reaching into his pocket, Jason pulled out a checkbook. “Michelle, grab me a pen.”

She nodded, sliding along the wall into her room. When she came back, she handed him the pen. “Here you go.”

Writing “fifteen million” neatly on the check, Jason started to pass it over — until he pulled back just as the men reached for it.

He sneered. “Where’s the contract?”

One of the men handed over a janky-looking document. Jason skimmed through it and handed it to Michelle. “Recognize the handwriting?”

She nodded. “Yes, it’s my dad’s.”

Jason handed them the check. “She doesn’t owe you a cent now. Don’t ever come back. If you do, the Lewis family could crush your little loan place like it’s nothing.”

The two men nodded like bobbleheads before bolting out of there.Hearing the door shut, Michelle Irwin curled up on the floor, burying her head between her knees, and started sobbing uncontrollably.

Jason Lewis had zero experience comforting someone. He bent down slightly and patted her back gently. "It’s okay now, don’t be scared."

Michelle looked up at him, her tear-filled eyes swollen and red.

That’s when Jason noticed the fresh handprint on her cheek. He helped her up. "They hit you?"

Anger flared in his chest as soon as he asked. He turned to go after them, but a pair of trembling arms wrapped around his waist.

Michelle leaned her face against his solid back, her voice shaking. "Mr. Lewis, please don’t. You can’t take them on. And... that money... I might not be able to pay it back right away."

Jason held her small hand and turned to face her. "Forget about the money for now."

Michelle shook her head. "I’m not the type to borrow and not pay back, you don’t have to worry."

Jason chuckled a little. He knew her—she wasn’t someone who could easily accept help.

"Your face’s pretty swollen. You should ice it. Got any ice here?"

She nodded softly. "Yeah, I’ll grab some."

Jason watched her back disappear into the kitchen. She looked fragile, too fragile. A twinge of sympathy tugged at him.

He glanced around the tiny 40-square-meter apartment. Cramped, but tidy and neat. The faint scent of jasmine lingered in the air, fresh and gentle—just like her.

He sat down on the couch. Soon, Michelle came out holding an ice pack.

"Come here," he said.

Head down, she walked over, clutching the pack like it was her only anchor.

"Sit."

"Okay." She sat down obediently, biting her lip, clearly shy and flustered.

Jason took the ice pack and gently pressed it to the swollen side of her face. Noticing the cracks on her lips, he asked softly, "It must hurt a lot, huh?"

"I’m fine. Thank you, Mr. Lewis. Really... thank you for coming. I don’t know anyone else in Lindon City. You were the only person I could think of."

Jason offered a faint smile. "No need to thank me. What happened exactly?"

Michelle lowered her eyes. "My dad started gambling two years ago and lost everything. He ended up borrowing from loan sharks, and the debt just kept growing. He ran off yesterday. They came to me today demanding payment. I... I just don’t have that kind of money. I’ve only got like two million saved."

She suddenly got anxious. "Mr. Lewis, I’ll definitely pay you back as soon as I can. A year... maybe two? Is that okay?"

She twisted her fingers together nervously, eyes full of unease.

Jason gave a light laugh. "It’s alright. Just pay me when you can. No interest, no pressure."

Finally, her face, once clouded with worry, showed a hint of a smile. "Thank you. Really."

"This place isn’t safe anymore. They know where you live now—it won’t be long until they come back." Jason shifted the ice pack. "I have a place in Lindon City that’s pretty spacious. Bring your mom too, it’s safer."

Tears welled up in Michelle’s eyes. Her nose turned red. "Thank you, Mr. Lewis. I’ll pay you rent."

"You want to? Fine, save up for a year’s worth and we’ll talk." Jason grinned and removed the ice pack. "Feeling any better?"

Michelle touched her still-puffy cheek with a fingertip. "A bit better. Doesn’t hurt so much now."

Jason’s smile was calm and warm. "Go pack up a few essentials. I’ll drive you over."