The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 130 A Sorcery Worm Again

The bright moon cast a soft silver glow as the black Bentley cruised smoothly down the wide road.

The autumn night air was chilly—Megan instinctively pulled her coat tighter around her. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Cold?" Tristan gave her slender hand a gentle squeeze, their fingers laced together.

Leaning her head slightly against his arm, Megan murmured, "With you around, I’m my own personal heater. Feels nice and warm in here."

Tristan’s left hand stayed on the wheel while his right held her hand tight, like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Ever since her hunger strike, Megan had changed completely in the way she treated him.

From being hostile and cold, she’d done a total 180—clinging to him, showing affection, relying on him.

At first, Tristan had his guard up, worried she was playing another trick to break free.

But over time, he could tell—she wasn’t pretending anymore. She’d really made up her mind to stay.

She’d chosen to be his woman, with no hesitation.

He could still remember that breathtaking moment that was theirs alone, and it stayed burned into his memory.

"What’s with the smile?"

Tristan’s lips curled up as he looked ahead. "Just thinking about our first time."

Megan’s cheeks flushed immediately. She let go of his arm and edged toward the window. "You sound like an old perv, seriously."

He chuckled low. "If I stopped being dirty, you’d be the first one to cry."

Megan bit her lip, stifling a laugh, and silently turned her attention to the window.

The car pulled up in front of Prestige. Cameron came over quickly. "Boss, the guy just came around."

Tristan gave a soft nod, still holding Megan’s hand as they strode past Cameron and into the building.

In the basement, they found the man sitting against the wall.

His hands and feet were locked in metal cuffs, bolted to the wall with no chance of movement.

A white rag was stuffed in his mouth, his expression still a bit foggy—the sedative hadn’t fully worn off yet.

Tristan led Megan over to the leather couch. He fixed his deep gaze on the man. "You awake now?"

The man’s eyes drifted into focus, settling on Tristan.

He tried reaching for the rag in his mouth but couldn’t even lift a finger.

"What’s that in his mouth?"

Cameron scratched his head sheepishly. "Didn’t have anything else on hand, so... used my sock."

Megan’s lips twitched. "And he’s still breathing? That’s impressive."

"I shower every day, okay? Not stinky at all." Cameron adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses with a straight face.

The man gagged, his brows scrunching tight as he retched from the smell.

Tristan watched him for a beat, then gave a faint smile. "You’re the one behind the murders at Riverside Hospital."

The man stiffened and snapped his gaze toward him, clearly shocked to be so quickly identified. But just as fast, he turned his head and shut his eyes—dead set on denying it.

"You killed to stop Amelia’s past from coming to light, didn’t you? The DNA results probably revealed the real heiress of the Lewis family. Or maybe... she’d already found her birth parents. What exactly was the plan for her? Or rather, what did your boss want with her?"

The man didn’t budge, only his chest moving slightly up and down with steady breaths.

"You all put in a hell of a lot of effort. I’m guessing your target was the Lewis family?"

A slight twitch ran beneath the man’s closed eyelids. He was thinking. Hard.Tristan let out a low chuckle and continued, "The ambush at the abandoned lot and the attack at the Capital Tower—it was all your play, wasn’t it? On the surface, the first seemed like a threat to my woman, but really, it was aimed at me. And the second? Pretended to target Landon Haynes, but the real goal was clipping Oliver’s wings. Your whole plan was meant to bring down both the Reid and Lewis families."

He stood up effortlessly and strolled over to the man, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips. "Tonight at Sky Lounge, Cloud spiked Jameson and Isaac’s drinks. I had assumed he did it on his own—big shots like him always have skeletons in their closets. But then—boom, you showed up at the Verve Hotel."

The man instinctively clenched his fists—a subtle twitch, but it didn’t escape Tristan’s sharp eyes.

"So Cloud’s just your puppet. All those moves he made, all under your orders. You’re pushing the four major families into open war just so you can manipulate them all behind the scenes... That’s one hell of a strategy."

Tristan clasped his hands behind his back, his almond eyes cool and unreadable. "You loathe the four families so much that you even tried to use Molly’s death by sorcery worm to reopen old wounds. The only name that fits this kind of grudge... is the Richmond family."

The man’s jaw tightened.

Megan blinked in confusion. "Didn’t the Richmonds get wiped out?"

Tristan gave her a knowing smile, then glanced at Cameron. "Check him for bugs, did you?"

Cameron straightened up confidently. "Already did, boss."

Tristan flicked his ear. "Cameron, after all these years, still this sloppy?"

Flushed, Cameron dashed to a nearby cabinet, pulled out a mini flashlight and tweezers, and hurried back to the man. He knelt down, the flashlight held between his teeth, pinning the man’s head steady as he examined his ear.

A flicker of light, a click—and he pulled out something the size of a grain of rice. "My bad, boss. I missed it."

Tristan smirked toward the bug. "Who really knows what went down 25 years ago?"

Right then, the man started bleeding from his stuffed mouth, pain twisting his face.

Tristan’s gaze sharpened. He exchanged a quick look with Cameron, who immediately yanked out the blood-soaked cloth.

Blood gushed from the man’s mouth like a tap.

Squinting, Tristan reached down with the tweezers and crushed the bug.

The man curled in on himself as violent tremors shook his body. Veins bulged along his temple. He locked bloodshot eyes on Tristan. "One day... you’ll all pay..."

With that, his head slumped, and his chest went still.

Just seconds. Alive, then gone.

From his nose crept out a black, bean-sized insect.

Megan jumped to her feet. "That’s a sorcery worm!"

Cameron reacted in a flash, swatting it mid-air with a paper board, knocking it to the ground unconscious. He popped open a small bottle and scooped the bloody insect inside.

"Same kind that killed Molly... Whoever’s behind this is twisted." Megan was still shaken.

Tristan reached out, squeezing her cold hand. "He was a dead man from the start. They all are."

"Boss, what do we do with the body now?"

"They’ll spin this to frame us," Tristan said coolly. "Dump him in the greenbelt near the Verve Hotel. Then call Ryan. Say a dead body’s been found."

"Damn shame," Cameron muttered. "We were just starting to see the light... and now it’s all murky again."