The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 124 One-way Mirrored Glass In Suit 508
Karl nudged Wyatt’s chin up with the tip of his shoe, tilting his head slightly. "Whatever, let’s just move on to the next plan. Seems like you’re not totally useless after all."
"Yes, yes, I’m useful! Keep me around, I’ll do whatever you need!"
Wyatt looked pathetic, groveling like a kicked dog. All pride gone—he just wanted to stay alive.
Karl lowered his foot. The man in the suit pulled out a pristine white handkerchief and wiped his shoe clean.
"Jimmy, give it to him." Karl motioned with his hand. The suited man instantly stepped back.
Once known for always wearing a baseball cap, the man now dressed sharp in a tailored suit. He handed Wyatt a tiny glass bottle with a clear liquid inside.
"Later, when the families from Bennette and Channing get together at Sky Lounge, pour this into their drinks," he said flatly.
Wyatt stared at the bottle, eyes darting in alarm, his spine stiffened with dread. "This..."
Karl gave a lazy smile. "Jimmy, take him away."
Without hesitation, the man yanked Wyatt by the collar and dragged him out like trash.
Moments later, he returned and stood in front of Karl with his head lowered. "I’m sorry, boss. I messed up. If you want to punish me, I won’t complain."
Karl took off his mask and gave a low chuckle. "How long have you worked for me, Jimmy?"
"Twelve years."
"And you really think I’d punish you?" Karl sighed, almost wearily. "Go on. Just don’t let that idiot screw up again."
"Thank you, boss." Jimmy nodded and walked out.
Karl leaned forward slightly, took a bottle of Lafite and poured it slowly into a crystal glass. The rich red wine swirled gently before he took a sip. Smooth, full-bodied. He swirled the glass again, lips curling into a wicked smile.
Sky Lounge.
A sleek black Maybach pulled into a spot. Tristan stepped out and circled to the passenger side, opening the door for Megan.
She wore a beige trench coat over a turtleneck and light-wash jeans, paired with knee-high brown boots that hugged her long legs. Casual but put-together.
Tristan tugged the belt of her coat gently, while Megan reached up to fix the collar of his matching coat instinctively.
They looked perfect together—every move, every glance.
With one arm wrapped around her waist, Tristan led Megan into the restaurant.Sky Lounge was hands-down one of the top-notch restaurants in the capital. If you didn’t book in advance, forget about getting a seat.
But with someone like Tristan, there was obviously a private suite ready anytime. Just the yearly cost for it was already well over a million.
Led by a waiter, the two took the scenic elevator to the fifth floor, walking down a hallway lined with a plush red carpet, heading toward Suite 508.
As they passed 507, a waiter happened to push a food cart through the door at the same time.
Megan caught sight of Cloud Robinson seated inside with Max Adams—not hard to recognize either of them.
The tall man sitting with his back to the door had a familiar build, and that back of the head rang a bell from this morning.
That had to be Cloud Robinson. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
She nudged Tristan subtly. He glanced over, gave a quiet "Mm," and they moved on into their own suite.
Tristan ordered some signature French-style dishes. He was about to add more when Megan stopped him. "That’s too much. We won’t finish it."
He dropped the idea and waved the waiter off.
Megan leaned toward him like she was working undercover, whispering, "Aren’t you even a little curious about what they’re talking about?"
Tristan chuckled. "And what’s your brilliant plan to find out?"
She paused to think. "I could go buy a bug, stick it under their kettle or something..."
But Tristan stood up and walked over to a painting on the wall.
He pointed at the traditional landscape.
Megan looked on, confused. He smiled and pressed the bottom-left corner of the painting. It rolled up on its own.
Behind it wasn’t a wall, but one-way mirrored glass—clear as day from their side, but invisible from the other.
They now had a front-row view of the business chat happening in Suite 507.
Tristan came back and gently closed Megan’s gaping mouth with a smirk.
From under the table, he pulled out a small box and pressed a red button.
And just like that, the conversation from next door came through.
Jameson Bennette said, "Didn’t expect Mr. Robinson to throw in hundreds of millions just like that."
Isaac Channing added, "Right? Out of the total 50 billion, over 60% is from him. Makes me and Jameson feel kind of underwhelming in comparison."
Cloud Robinson laughed. "You both are too modest. I’ll still be counting on your backing for the investment ahead. That Wanlong land is a goldmine—we can build a port and real estate. No way we lose on this."
