The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 277 Megan… I miss you

Megan frowned deeply—this was definitely a bad sign.

That uneasy feeling in her chest just wouldn’t go away.

Noticing her tension, Nicole grabbed a tissue and gently wiped the blood from Megan’s fingertip. "Geez, how did you manage to prick yourself? These thorns are no joke."

"I just... feel off," Megan muttered.

Nicole’s hand paused in midair. "Don’t overthink it. He’ll be fine. You two still have the linked sorcery worm, remember? If something serious happened to one, the other would sense it."

"But that only works with external injuries," Megan said softly, her eyes drifting over the vibrant sea of roses. "If the worm acts up inside, it doesn’t send signals. Otherwise, I would’ve felt Tristan suffering already."

Nicole gave her hand a firm squeeze. "He’ll be okay."

Suddenly, Megan seemed to remember something. She picked up her phone and typed in a string of numbers.

Then came the sound of a smug chuckle. "Did you miss Zeta Prime, sweetheart? Because Zeta Prime definitely misses you!"

"I need the coordinates for Tristan’s mechanized army base."

"Uh... um... yeah, about that... My master said not to tell you. Said you’d stir up trouble."

"Zeta Prime, don’t you want a girlfriend someday?"

"I have dignity, thank you very much! But also, seduction level: effective! Wait, you’re going to see Master?"

Megan nodded seriously. "You know how it is—when one of us goes down, the other goes with them." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"What if you get kidnapped?"

She inhaled deeply. "You think I’m that dumb? Not everyone’s like you, you know."

Zeta Prime went silent. "...Alright, Zeta Prime is coming to pick up my little fairy."

A smile tugged at Megan’s lips. "I’ll be waiting."

A sleek black SUV tore down the highway like a panther zeroing in on its prey, heading straight for Cresthollow.

Tristan stared ahead, his eyes dark with determination. Today, Charles Cooper had to go down. Time wasn’t on his side anymore.

Big picture? He was doing this for his country, so innocent lives wouldn’t get crushed by biochemical warfare. But at the core of it all—he was doing it for his wife and unborn child. He couldn’t die with regrets. Whatever stood in their way, he had to get rid of it.

He stepped harder on the gas, engine roaring.

Two hours later, his car rolled to a stop by the Cresthollow boundary marker.

Getting out, Tristan walked up to the stone monument and pressed his right thumb against a specific spot on the side.

A floating 3D model suddenly lit up in front of him.

A robotic voice spoke, "Identity detected as Professor XAL. Please enter passcode to proceed."

He tapped on a virtual keyboard, entering: XAL1201.

"Access granted. Entry to the mechanical experiment base is opening. Please step back three meters."

Tristan moved aside.

With a soft mechanical whir, the monument shifted, and the ground split open to form a square entrance two meters wide.

"The mech enforcers have been activated. They are moving to secure the entrance."

Moments later, twenty armed mechs surged out and encircled the entrance in formation. One stepped forward, speaking in unison with the others: "Mech enforcers welcome Professor AL back to the base."

Tristan descended the staircase flanked on both sides by motionless mech enforcers standing at attention.

Suddenly, one robot hurried over with a rhythmic clank. "Delta12 welcomes Master home! Zeta Prime’s not here yet?"

Tristan smirked. "Nope. Once this mission’s over, I’ll take you to find them."

He entered the lab and pressed the button on the control panel.

"Wow, Master, are you seriously firing up all the mech enforcers? Go big or go home, huh!"Tristan gave a calm "Yeah," then added, "Tonight, we become divine judgment, wiping out the root of all evil. Delta12, initiate the smart program link."

A small antenna extended from Delta12’s head, its metal tip covered in intricate circuits. It plugged the probe into the system port with a soft beep.

A robotic voice chimed in, "Program linked to control network. Unit Delta12 issuing command — all units activate, prepare for Battle Plan Alpha. Assemble on ground level."

Tristan turned back toward the surface, Delta12 close behind.

"Sir, ETA fifteen minutes for the military choppers," Delta12 reported.

Tristan glanced out at the dimming sky, pulled out his phone, and dialed the one name stuck in his heart.

She picked up.

"Hey, Megan... I miss you."

She let out a small laugh. "Then you better prove it."

"How do I do that?"

"Easy. Come see me."

He frowned just slightly, picking up on the background noise — wind and a distant car horn.

His voice lowered, a bit tense. "Megan, are you messing around again?"

"Nope, just showing some real commitment this time."

"You need to go home!" His tone sharpened.

"I’m not going anywhere. I’m coming to you, end of story."

His hand pressed to his forehead, frustration clear. Once she made up her mind, nothing could stop her — not even a stampede.

"This mission’s risky as hell. Please, don’t do this. Stay safe."

Her laugh was light. "Babe, we’re a package deal, remember? That sorcery worm thing’s got our lives tied up. If anything happens to you, I’m toast anyway. Or... do you think I’ll just slow you down?"

"Don’t even say that." He sighed. "Okay. I’ll wait for you. Tell Zeta Prime its girlfriend’s on the way."

Once the call ended, Delta12 stepped over eagerly. "Sir, I’m still here... Zeta Prime’s really coming? I’m pumped! Finally gonna see my digital soulmate!"

Tristan chuckled. "Well, if you ever get tired of Zeta’s antics, I’ll find you a new boyfriend."

Delta12 puffed with pride. "No way! D12’s a one-chip bot, loyal to the end!"

That made Tristan laugh so hard he started coughing. Yeah, those two really were a perfect match.

Thunderous noise rolled across the sky. A swarm of military helicopters approached, darkening the horizon in a magnificent display.

Megan tipped her head up, watching them streak through the sky beyond the sunroof. "Those his?"

Zeta Prime checked the signal. "Confirmed. They’re military choppers from base. Looks like the boss is going all in tonight."

Megan’s brows furrowed. "Is that his full force?"

Zeta let out a mischievous giggle. "Please, like he’d show all his cards now. Just wait, you’ll be shook. Buckle up, Princess — we’re picking up speed! Zeta can’t wait to see his boo."

Megan snorted. "More like you just wanna see your girlfriend."

Busted, Zeta scratched its metal head. "Man, exposed again... tragic."

The helicopters rumbled down at the border of Cresthollow, blacking out the sky. Each of the six-person gunships held six elite war droids. One thousand helicopters, six thousand mechanized soldiers.

Tristan watched the headlights shine in the distance, a rare smile playing on his lips. Beside him, Delta12 bounced excitedly. "Zeta Prime’s here! Look! She’s riding in on a rainbow cloud to sweep D12 off its feet!"

Tristan glanced at it sideways. "You’ve clearly been binging too many trending memes."