The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 101 Can I Even Hold It In at This Point?
"Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake..."
Zeta Prime barged right in, the smart system still blaring music.
The second it saw the two tangled up on the bed, the music instantly cut off.
It panicked, ready to bolt, but—too late.
It was toast.
"Zeta Prime, finish the song."
The man’s icy voice rang out. Zeta Prime crouched down, two drops of oil leaking from its eyes, robotic hands clutching its metal head. "Left eye twitching, something good’s coming—or maybe I’m about to get scrapped... Boss, Miss Fairy, Zeta Prime saw nothing! You two carry on..."
Out of nowhere, Nova Tech leapt onto Zeta Prime’s big metallic head. "Zeta’s a total idiot. I only recorded—didn’t dare speak."
Zeta Prime let out a chilling laugh. "You’ve got some nerve, daring to record it!"
Nova glanced at Tristan’s slightly narrowed eyes, his gaze brimming with silent fury. In a flash, she was out the door.
Zeta Prime’s laugh instantly died. It scrambled after her.
The door slammed shut behind them with a heavy thud.
Megan covered her eyes with one dainty hand, tears of laughter slipping from the corners.
Wiping the tears away, she glanced over at the man still glaring at the door. "We just got peeped on—and filmed—by two bots. Mr. Reid, any thoughts?"
His expression didn’t look too cheery.
He redirected his stare to the small woman by his side. "Let’s... resume."
Just as their lips were about to meet, a buzz from the phone on the nightstand cut through the air.
Tristan let out a soft chuckle, voice like a cello—deep and smooth.
He gave her soft cheek a little squeeze. "We’ll pick this up later."
Tristan got up and took the call. "No worries. Just have it delivered to Dreamscape Manor, Captain Mitchell."
Megan walked up and wrapped him in a back hug. "What’s going on?"
He gently rubbed the hand around his waist. "Those twelve guys in suits had self-destruct chips implanted. During the autopsy, the medical team found a partial chip still intact.
Ryan wants me to reach out to Professor XAL to see if any leads can be uncovered."
"When’s he getting here?"
"About thirty minutes." Tristan turned back around. "Guess there’s no time for anything else—how about a quick kiss?"
Right on schedule, Ryan arrived at Dreamscape Manor, dropping off a black sealed pouch.
Tristan shot a glance at Zeta Prime, who immediately stepped forward and respectfully accepted the package with both robotic hands.
Ryan wasn’t too surprised by the AI with a mind of its own. After all, Professor XAL was kind of a genius.
Still, Ryan thought a little reminder wouldn’t hurt. "Reid, the government’s still wary of tech like this. Especially with AI that can think for itself. If humans ever lose control, it could mean war between our kind and theirs.
I just don’t wanna see someone use this as ammo one day."
Tristan understood the concern behind his words.
He gave him a small smile. "Don’t worry. The research got the green light from people in charge.
For humanity to move forward, we’ve gotta take this step. Fear and hesitation will only hold us back."Professor XAL had taken this into account long ago. If a robot ever started developing anti-human thoughts, its system would auto-terminate.
"There’s no such ’one day’ happening. Someone with twisted intentions would never be able to lead a nation," Tristan replied calmly.
Ryan nodded. "Is Professor XAL really overseas? What if he shares this tech with other countries?"
Tristan chuckled, "Relax. He’s loyal to the country, not someone who’d sell us out."
Ryan gave him a grateful nod. "Then I’ll leave it to you, Tristan. Tell the professor I said thanks."
As Ryan walked away, Zeta Prime leaned in carefully and asked, "Did you really give me that kind of self-destruct program, Master?"
Tristan just gave him a cryptic smile. "Take the bag to the underground lab." With that, he turned and headed back into the villa.
No definite answer. Nova Tech, who’d been perched on Zeta Prime’s head, let out a startled whimper and leaked two drops of machine oil. "Ughhh, that’s terrifying."
Zeta Prime swung his robotic arm and flicked her off into the lawn. "Screw it! If you don’t turn rogue, you won’t end up toast!"
Instantly perking up, Nova chirped, "You’re the hot-headed one. If anyone blows a fuse, it’ll be you first." And she zipped away like lightning.
Zeta Prime:[You little gremlin.]
When Tristan returned upstairs, Megan had just finished her bath. One slender leg was stepping out of the tub when the door creaked open, his fingers pressing down on the handle.
A picture-perfect scene of a bathing beauty right in front of him.
Megan’s cheeks turned bright pink as she yanked a robe off the shelf to cover up.
Tristan raised a brow, lips curling into a devilish grin as he quietly shut the bathroom door behind him.
He walked slowly toward her, wrapping his arms around her slim waist.
Megan’s heartbeat went into overdrive, eyelashes fluttering nervously.
Her misty eyes looked up at him. "I-I’m kinda scared."
His Adam’s apple bobbed, voice deep and raspy. "Weren’t scared earlier flirting with me? Now you’re chickening out? Bit late for that, babe."
She bit her lip and whispered, "But you said we’d wait until the wedding..."
"Oh? So that gave you permission to tease me non-stop like that, huh?" he murmured beside her ear, voice low and teasing. "You little troublemaker."
Megan’s face was red enough to cook an egg on. Her lashes trembled, and she mumbled, "Maybe... maybe you could be a buddhist monk again?"
Tristan clasped her hand in his, eyes glinting. "You tell me—can I even hold it in at this point?"
A small handprint smeared down the fogged-up glass wall of the bathroom, sliding down slowly.
In his tender embrace, she melted like ice in warm water—her body limp, drifting like a leaf in the current.
The sunset outside painted his firm body in golden hues.
Droplets slid from his chiseled chest, down the lines of hard abs, disappearing into the V-shaped hips beneath.
As night rolled in, he gently brushed back the damp hair clinging to her flushed cheeks, pressing a kiss onto her sweat-slicked forehead.
That faint smile never once left his lips.
After a quick rinse, he filled up the tub again.
Scooping Megan up in his arms, he brought her back in to help her wash up.
When his fingers brushed a certain spot, she suddenly opened her eyes wide. "What are you doing?"
Tristan laughed, seeing the panicked bunny-like look on her face. "Relax. You said it was sore, didn’t you? I just rub it."
