The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 116 Might As Well Ask Blackwing Next Time
Arthur followed Megan’s instructions and drove out to the abandoned lot in Eastwick. After packing up all the important stuff and dealing with it, he lit the car on fire.
Staring at the charred frame in the distance, he suddenly frowned.
Now how the hell was he supposed to get out of this godforsaken place?
He gave Megan a call. "Boss, uh... how exactly am I getting back?"
"Take Line 11."
Before he could say another word, she hung up.
Arthur stared at his phone. "Line 11"?
What, is there a bus? He hadn’t seen a single bus stop on the drive in.
After a beat, he looked down at his legs... Seriously?
With a resigned sigh, he hoisted his heavy pack, squared his shoulders, and started walking.
And sure enough, two minutes later, Shane called. Arthur passed Megan’s "instructions" along and told him not to worry.
He couldn’t help thinking, that woman really had a brain on her. She could probably predict what someone was gonna ask before they even thought of it.
Except, apparently, when it came to planning how *he* was gonna get back.
Which probably meant that she’d done it on purpose.
Arthur tilted his head back and groaned at the sky. "Why is my life so hard?"
Once she’d confirmed that Arthur had handled the car, Megan deleted every piece of surveillance footage the vehicle appeared on—no chance of recovery.
Then she boosted the encryption on both their phones, just to be safe.
After all that, she finally closed her laptop.
Just then, a call came in from Rachel. "Megan, that club you recommended is killer! The owner said the spa’s open again at the same time tomorrow."
Megan chuckled. "Glad you’re enjoying it. I’ll cover for you in class. Don’t worry about a thing."
Rachel never found out that her excessive absences almost got her disqualified from finals—and Megan too.
The only reason neither of them got flagged was because Principal Scott turned a blind eye, thanks to Megan’s fat donation to the school library and lab.
Lewis Corporation.
Oliver sat in a leather chair, idly spinning a diamond-studded pen between his fingers, deep in thought.
Across from him, Cameron poke up. "This Landon guy’s no joke. A bunch of people saw a rocket launcher being fired from his car. Three Range Rovers got blown up. Ten people dead. He’s still denying it. Apparently the cop cars chasing him all got remotely disabled."
Oliver glanced up. "And what, you expected him to just admit it? The bidding’s tomorrow. You think the government’s gonna hand the contract to someone with a rap sheet?"
"Even if they do, the competitors aren’t gonna miss a chance to stir the pot. The guy’s only been around a couple of years, but he’s already built a global empire. Either he’s backed by some serious money, or he’s way smarter than he looks."
Cameron frowned. "I’m betting he’s mixed up in some shady arms deals. No way he just ’had’ those weapons for fun."
Oliver let out a small laugh. "Come on, Cameron. Nobody in this business has clean hands."
Cameron nodded. "Got it."
"Look into the vehicles involved in today’s explosions. Keep an eye on Bennette, Channing, and Robinson Group’s movements. None of them are innocent in this mess," Oliver said, waving him off.
Cameron left, and Oliver picked up his phone.
He called Samuel. "Landon got hit today. I need to know where his car was last seen."
Samuel pulled up the feed and cleared his throat. "All surveillance is wiped." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
"Can you get it back?"
"Yeah... doesn’t look possible."
Oliver rubbed his temples. "Here’s a number. Belongs to Haynes’ assistant. Check it."
A moment later, Samuel reported back, "It’s encrypted. No dice."
Oliver let out a breath. "Figured you’d say that. Might as well ask Blackwing next time."
The line disconnected. Listening to the dial tone, Samuel twitched a little.
Had he just gotten schooled—again?
