The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 129 SOS Corp

He stood up and pulled out his phone, dialing the number that had contacted him earlier—but it was no longer in service.

He cursed under his breath, glanced around the area, then called the tech department at the station to request surveillance footage from around the street.

But when they tried to retrieve it, they found all the footage had been wiped, and there was no way to restore it.

Ryan raked a hand through his hair, frustration written all over his face. What the hell was going on here?

He got in touch with the hotel’s staff and had them repair the electrical issue immediately.

Ten minutes later, the building’s lights were back on.

Ryan headed straight to Team 1’s position, which matched the location named in the tip-off call.

He knocked on the door. "Police. Open up!"

Steady footsteps approached, and the door creaked open.

Cloud stood in the doorway in a crisp white shirt and dark trousers, offering a casual smile. "What brings the officers here tonight?"

Ryan didn’t answer, stepping right past him into the room, and the rest of the team followed.

The bed was perfectly made, not a crease in sight, but the mirror in the bathroom was shattered.

Ryan pointed at the broken glass. "What happened here?"

Cloud shrugged. "People get emotional now and then—especially folks like us. Just can’t show it too obviously, you know?"

Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly not buying that explanation.

"Captain Mitchell, there’s cigarette ash on the floor," one officer noted.

Leaning against the bathroom doorway, Cloud gave a quiet chuckle. "Pretty normal to smoke, isn’t it?"

"But your bed’s untouched. Were you smoking while squatting on the floor?" Ryan locked eyes with him. "Or maybe you changed the bed sheets?"

Cloud tilted his head, still smiling. "Gotta hand it to you, Officer. Sharp imagination. But yeah, you’re onto something—I broke the mirror earlier, got a small cut on my hand, and there was blood on the sheets. So I had housekeeping switch them out."

Sounded logical enough. Ryan’s jaw tightened, his features cool and sharp.

Just then, his phone rang. He picked up.

"Captain, a black suitcase just turned up in the freezer of the first-floor kitchen. There’s a woman’s body inside."

Ryan curled his lips slightly. "A black suitcase with a female corpse inside has been found downstairs in the kitchen freezer. As the hotel owner, Mr. Robinson, we’ll need you to come with us and assist with the investigation."

The smile on Cloud’s face faded. "Alright."

When five police cars had rolled up in front of the hotel earlier, his nerves had already kicked in.

Why had they traced it here so fast?

He’d tried to shake off the thought, guessing maybe they were here for something else entirely.

But then the power cut hit, and he heard movement outside—he knew they had him.

And when gunshots echoed through the building, cold sweat soaked his forehead and ran down his back.

Had Jimmy gotten into a fight with the cops?

If Jimmy ended up captured or dead, the boss would no doubt demand revenge—maybe even literally send him to hell with him.

The thought of being mutilated alive made his gut twist.

Still, he had prepped himself for dealing with the cops. Jimmy must’ve hidden the suitcase well enough that they wouldn’t find it easily.

Except—they did. Faster than he could’ve guessed.

Now all he could do was pin his hopes on the boss. He still had value; the boss wouldn’t abandon him just yet.

He had to stay calm, not let them see how rattled he was inside.

Ryan gave a nod toward the officer next to him. "We got reports the two rooms next door were involved in some illicit activity. Take everyone inside down to the station."

Cloud’s face darkened.

Who the hell set him up?

If those two hostesses got hauled in, chances were high they’d discover the dead woman was once with them.That girl who died had served him... he had to come up with a solid plan.

Dreamscape Manor.

Tristan gently pushed open the bedroom door and saw Megan lying on her stomach on the bed, focused on the screen in front of her.

Her pale and delicate fingers flew over the keyboard, strings of code scrolling rapidly.

Hearing his footsteps, she glanced over and smiled slightly. "I’m tracing the movements of that man in black."

Tristan shrugged off his coat and walked over to the window, bending down to lean on top of her.

"You’re crushing me!"

He nuzzled her neck, kissing inch by inch. "You took another shower?"

Megan squirmed away from his kisses, tilting her head, "You’ve been smoking?"

"If you don’t like it, I’ll quit."

He didn’t smoke often—only when he had something big on his mind. The faint scent of smoke mixed with mint wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it added to his masculine allure.

Megan lightly pecked his lips. "No, it actually smells kinda nice. But can you get off me first? You’re way too heavy."

Tristan chuckled lowly and his hand slid up her silky white nightgown.

The buckle on his belt clicked open.

He gently turned her face toward him, and their breaths mingled.

The phone suddenly buzzed, again and again.

"Phone... mm..."

"Ignore it."

But the caller wasn’t giving up.

Megan nudged him, "You better answer. Sounds important."

Tristan took a deep breath, pulled himself off her, and walked to the coat rack. He picked up his phone, frowning, and answered with a restrained tone. "Captain Mitchell, what’s up?"

"Jonathan’s dead."

"A death in your precinct? Sounds like you’ve got a mole on the inside."

Ryan sounded flustered. "Jonathan straight up self-detonated. It’s the same chip as last time—has to be!"

"Check the surveillance," Tristan replied coldly.

"All the footage inside the precinct’s been tampered with."

"SOS Corp." Tristan dropped a name. "They’re a black-market bomb makers—international spread."

Ryan sounded a bit hopeful. "Tristan, you sound like you’re already onto something. Share the info, man!"

"I’m not. Just what Professor XAL told me. He pulled that from the chip. If you get any big leads, let me know."

"Wait—Jonathan came to meet you today. You’re sure that was just about business?"

"Ryan, like I already said—my business is legit. No shady deals. Helping you trace the chip’s origin has already stretched my limits."

With that, Tristan ended the call.

He stood quietly for a few seconds, then grabbed his coat again.

"Where are you going?" Megan walked over barefoot.

Tristan scooped her up and placed her back on the bed, ruffling her hair lightly. "Stay put and rest. I gotta head to Prestige. Jonathan blew himself up, and someone messed with the police monitors. That means someone got inside the station—or worse, there’s a traitor. Just to be safe, I’m questioning that hooded guy tonight."

"I’m coming too!" Megan gripped the lapel of his coat with big, innocent eyes. "I’ll be scared alone at home."

Scared? This little woman was totally acting cute again.

Tristan smiled helplessly. "Then..."

Before he could finish, Megan had already hopped off the bed, changed, and was back at his side.

"Alright, let’s go."

She cleared her throat to hide the excitement in her eyes, then clung to his arm. "With my husband here, I’m not scared at all."