The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 120 Dangerous Layers, Stay Far Away

As they walked, Oliver glanced sideways and asked, "So you knew something was off with that bid all along?"

Tristan answered with a soft "Yeah."

"And you didn’t stop me?"

Tristan lowered his head, adjusting his cufflinks with calm fingers. "If I’d told you earlier, how else would the Bennette and Channing families get dragged into this game?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Oliver chuckled with a helpless shake of the head. "You really are something, Tristan. You played me like a fiddle. But seriously—are you sure you haven’t been in touch with Landon behind the scenes?"

Tristan’s gaze lingered on Landon Haynes’s disappearing figure through the door. He shook his head slightly. "That guy’s got layers. Dangerous layers. Stay far away."

Meanwhile, Megan glanced at her watch—it was almost time for class to end.

Rachel would arrive at school soon. If she didn’t show up, he’d definitely get suspicious. She needed to move.

Seeing the crowded elevator, she decided to take the stairs instead.

She and Arthur quickly turned toward the emergency exit.

"Arthur, grab the car. I’ll be right behind."

Arthur nodded and took off down the steps. Megan followed close behind.

Her ear twitched at the sudden sound above. Looking up the stairwell, she caught a flash of movement.

A dark shadow sprinted down toward her.

Crap. Her instincts screamed danger. After yesterday’s attack, she had a feeling it was the same group coming for her again.

So Landon’s true identity might have stirred up some trouble.

She picked up her pace, heading downstairs fast.

A sharp "swish"—a black arrow grazed her shoulder, almost too close.

At the same time, Tristan noticed the packed elevator lobby and turned to Oliver. "I’ll take the stairs—could use the workout."

Oliver smirked. "Trying to make a point, old man? Go on then, you newlywed. Cardio’s good for the heart. Oh, but I haven’t seen Mr. Haynes... might be he took the stairs, too."

Waving him off, Tristan turned with Cameron and headed for the stairwell.

As soon as his polished shoes hit the floor of the stairwell, the sound of footsteps—quick, frantic—echoed through the stairwell.

Tristan narrowed his eyes, sharp and alert.

Behind him, Cameron swiftly drew a gun from his belt as the thudding sounds of a chase grew louder.