The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 125 Do You Have Any Dirt on Me Then?

The three of them chatted away, clearly buzzing with excitement over today’s successful bid.

Jameson laughed heartily. "Didn’t expect Oliver, the big shot of the finance world, to fall flat at our feet."

Isaac smirked. "Tristan didn’t even back him. Just tossed in some no-name rookie, and surprise, surprise—didn’t work out. That Landon Haynes guy doesn’t exactly come from money either. Add them up, they still don’t measure up to you, Mr. Robinson."

Cloud gave a modest nod, tone humble as ever. "You’re too kind. Actually, I’ve got a little surprise for you both today." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He clapped his hands, and three stunning young women strutted in and took their spots next to each of the men.

Both Jameson and Isaac, already in their fifties, looked at the young women—who could easily be their daughters—with eyes full of lust and amusement.

The three women peeled off their coats, revealing nothing underneath but scanty bikinis.

Jameson and Isaac didn’t hold back, their hands wandering freely.

Watching from the other side, Megan clicked her tongue and scoffed. "These self-righteous old guys... really know how to party."

She turned to Tristan and raised an eyebrow. "Babe, you ever end up at parties like this before?"

Tristan tapped her on the forehead with his finger. "What kind of stuff is in that head of yours?"

Megan pouted, rubbing her forehead. "Nothing but thoughts of you."

Tristan reached over with a grin, grabbing a soft spot. "Feels like I’m taking up a lot of space in there."

Megan slapped his hand away. "You’re the worst! Quit it!"

Her cheeks flushed red as her gaze flicked to the mirror. Even though the ones across couldn’t see them, she still felt weirdly guilty watching.

They saw Cloud get up and walk to the table behind him, discreetly pouring some liquid into a bottle of red wine.

Then, cool as ever, he pocketed the small bottle he’d used.

Carrying the wine, he walked back to the two men and filled their glasses.

"This one’s from Fascia Vineyard in France, even smoother than Lafite. Got someone to bring it over for me. You guys gotta try it."

With a quick look, he signaled.

The women next to Jameson and Isaac picked up the glasses and poured the wine into the men’s mouths.

Even while downing the wine, the guys couldn’t resist taking advantage of the women beside them.

Megan asked quietly, "Did you catch that? Cloud just spiked their drinks, right?"

Tristan nodded slightly. "Yeah. Clear liquid, no color. Total setup."

"But they’re supposed to be partners. Why drug them?"

Tristan took a sip of lemon water and leaned back. "Even if you’re teaming up, keeping leverage on the other guy doesn’t hurt. Just in case things go south later—you’ll have the upper hand."

Megan blinked and tilted her head. "Do you have any dirt on me then?"