The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 123 I’d Know It’s You Just From Your Scent
Megan didn’t expect to be yanked straight into a solid chest. Before she even had a chance to see the guy clearly, his lips were already covering hers.
That soft and fiery sensation almost felt intoxicating. Her arms instinctively locked around his neck, letting him take the lead.
Warm water flowed all around, the full-length mirror fogged up just enough to blur their tangled reflection.
"Look at you, Little Megan... so gorgeous."
Tristan’s voice was low and hypnotic as it brushed past her ear. She peeked at the mirror, dazed, and instantly flushed red.
The bathroom got hotter and stickier by the minute. Only after a long while did the mist on the frosted glass start to slide down as droplets.
Wrapped up like a dumpling by Tristan, Megan was carried back to the bedroom and gently placed on the bed.
He grabbed a hair dryer from the vanity and began drying her jet-black hair, his fingers weaving through the damp strands.
A few moments later, her shiny, dark curls draped over her waist, carrying a faint, fresh scent.
Tristan set the hair dryer down on the nightstand, sat beside her, and slipped his arms around her slim waist.
His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, "My little Megan smells so good. Even with my eyes covered, I’d know it’s you just from your scent."
Megan’s smile froze for a second, then slowly faded. Wait, what did that mean?
Did he figure out she was pretending to be Landon Haynes when he caught her today?
That thought made a chill crawl up her back.
"What’s wrong? Your heart’s racing."
Megan quickly denied it. "Nope, not at all."
Tristan chuckled softly, his voice deep and velvety. "I can feel it, you know."
Megan lowered her eyes to the hand resting on her. She shifted slightly and changed the subject. "Why are you home this early today?"
Tristan’s eyes followed her as she tried to wiggle away, a faint smile on his face. "Went to check out the bidding for the Wanlong property."
Feigning ignorance, Megan tilted her head. "Weren’t you not planning to bid?"
"Yeah, I just went for fun." He leaned back against the headboard, eyes fixed on her. "Mainly wanted to see Landon Haynes. My Megan said he’s tall, charming, and just dreamy."
"And what do you think?"
Tristan crooked a finger at her. "Come here, and I’ll tell you."
Megan hesitated, then moved in, hugging his solid arm and leaning close, ears perked.
"That guy? Total pretty boy," Tristan drawled.
Megan coughed lightly. "That bad?"
Tristan let out a nonchalant grunt. "Weak, through and through."
Megan rolled her eyes so hard they almost got stuck—then rolled them back with a sigh.
"After the auction, we took the security exit and ran into an ambush. Someone tried to take Landon out," he said casually, studying her reaction. Her widened eyes gave away the shock.
He went on, "Those dudes had self-destruct chips in their bodies. Same type as the ones from the abandoned parking lot incident. I’m betting the same person’s behind it."
Megan cupped his face with both hands, inspecting him carefully. "You’re okay, right?"
"Of course. Didn’t you already do a full check? Inside and out, top to bottom—solid as ever, aren’t I?"
Blushing at his teasing, Megan muttered, "But that last time, they were after me. Why go for Landon this time?"
Tristan had pondered this earlier. The truth was, whoever was behind that first attack could’ve easily killed Megan—but didn’t. That meant they were only sending a warning. But this time, they were clearly out for blood.If the mastermind behind both incidents is the same, then the attack on Landon Haynes must’ve happened without them knowing that Megan was actually pretending to be him—or else, they wouldn’t have gone at her like that. So, clearly, this hit was ruined because Megan, as Landon, messed up their big plan.
Looking at both events, it’s obvious the one targeting Megan was actually meant to shake up Tristan.
While the other, targeted at Landon, was in fact hitting Oliver.
Someone out there seriously hates both the Reids and the Lewises. But the Bennette and Channing families have kept quiet for years—no way this came from them.
On the other hand, Cloud from Robinson Group... now he’s starting to look suspicious. Definitely needs watching.
Tristan looked at the small woman in front of him, gently running his fingers through her hair, a soft smile tugging at his lips. That moment in the elevator—he recognized her instantly. Her touch felt too familiar, plus the faint, unique scent on her, he knew that better than anyone. The mark on her ring finger was still clear as day.
She liked playing games? Well, so be it—he’d play along.
"Pretty sure it’s aimed at the Lewis Group," Tristan said meaningfully as he toyed with the ring on her finger, the corners of his mouth lifting. "Megan, don’t ever take this ring off, alright?"
Megan swallowed hard. "Of course."
"NexusStar officially opens next week. There’s a ribbon-cutting event. You think I should show up? Wanna come with?"
She cleared her throat. "I couldn’t care less about Landon Haynes, and stop testing me—I’m not going. And honestly, you shouldn’t go either. We’re rivals now. Just send a money tree or two and call it good."
Tristan’s arms tightened around her waist. "Hmm, love that idea. But NexusStar is right across from Reid Corp. Not showing up might look bad. As for you..."
Her bright eyes blinked nervously—please don’t drag me into this, seriously.
"You’re coming too."
And boom—she deflated like a popped balloon, silently cursing him in her head.
"Perfect time for you to see just how girly Landon really is."
"...Seriously?" She shot him a glare. Was this guy still jealous?
Tristan suddenly picked her up bridal style, heading straight for the dressing room.
"What now?"
Looking way too pleased with himself, he chuckled, "I’m full. Let’s change and find something even better to eat."
In a dim, gray-toned room, Karl Freeman sat on the couch like a king, lips curled behind his mask.
Staring down at the man kneeling before him, his tone was lazy but laced with threat. "I gave you a 200 billion limit. You went ahead and added another 100 billion. Who told you that was okay, huh?"
Wyatt felt the smile in his voice—and it chilled him to the bone. That wasn’t a real smile. The guy was inches from exploding.
Terrified of ending up as one of Karl’s gruesome experiments, he crawled forward and begged, voice shaking, "Boss, please, I’m begging you! Spare me, please! I’ve studied that Wanlong land for years—it’s prime real estate! Perfect for a port or high-end condos. It’s a sure win, I swear!"
Karl barely lifted his eyes, scoffing coldly. "You clearly haven’t read the top-secret files. That area? It’s pure sand. Whatever you build will collapse in ten years—guaranteed."
Wyatt stared at him, frozen in disbelief. "Then... why are we even fighting for it?"
"The bidding war is just smoke and mirrors—to drag the Lewis Group down with it. I gave you a cap for a reason—so you wouldn’t screw this up. And even with Jimmy watching, you still couldn’t be controlled."
Wyatt was trembling all over, a cold sweat dripping down his back. He just threw 300 billion into a black hole.
No amount of lives could pay that back.
Back in the good old days, 300 billion was nothing to him. The Reids had deep pockets—he could’ve sat around doing nothing and still spent freely.
Now? He was just a pawn, completely at someone else’s mercy.
This was it. He was done for.
