The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 131 Your Fake Skin Is Peeling Off

Tristan paused, mulling it over for a few seconds. "Not necessarily. Doesn’t the station still have one of them? Since the mastermind’s already played the ’sacrifice the pawn to save the king’ move, that piece must be useless now. Cloud Robinson’s the valuable one left."

Megan’s eyes flickered thoughtfully. She remembered that little fold near Cloud’s ear—it really did look like he was wearing a skin mask.

She felt the need to tell Tristan, but without giving away she was Landon Haynes.

Blinking, she said casually, "Honey, I took a look at Cloud’s pics online—something about his face feels off."

"Off how?" Tristan asked.

Megan tossed a glance at Cameron, who was lugging the body while still suited up, then looked back at Tristan. "His jawline’s weird, like he’s got a mask stuck on it or something."

Tristan knew she wouldn’t bring this up for no reason—she must’ve noticed something significant.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and started heading upstairs with her. "Try to recall anything else odd. If you do, just have Cameron report it."

Cameron, now practically drenched in sweat, looked up from the body he was carrying toward the couple slowly ascending the stairs and nearly rolled his eyes.

He was dead tired. Could they at least move faster?

Was this what being a glorified porter felt like?

Tristan suddenly stopped mid-step and looked back, eyes cool. "Cameron, got something to say?"

Cameron plastered on a grin through the exhaustion. "Nope! Whatever you and the missus need, just say the word."

Tristan nodded, satisfied, and continued on with Megan as they made their way back from Prestige to Dreamscape Manor.

In a dimly lit room, a man stood by the window gripping a crystal wine glass filled with red wine, staring out into the pitch-dark night.

The silver moonlight glinting in Karl’s obsidian pupils looked just like a bloodthirsty dagger—cold and sharp.

He stood there thinking for a long time before turning and sinking into the sofa.

In his hand was a bottle containing a writhing black sorcery worm. His grip slowly tightened.

With a sharp "crack," the crystal glass shattered. No one could tell if it was wine or blood slipping down from his palm to the floor.

Tonight, he’d lost Jimmy, his most loyal follower for twelve years. He himself had crushed the mother sorcery worm in the mother-child pair. Once the mother died, the child raged—destroyed its host and burst them apart in under two minutes.

His eyes darkened dangerously. Just for the sake of holding onto a worthless piece, he’d gambled away a vital one. The more he thought about it, the more pissed off he got.

"Boss, your hand—"

Karl took a deep breath, ignored the bodyguard, and walked into the bathroom.

He turned on the faucet, letting the icy water run over his torn palm. He didn’t even flinch, like he couldn’t feel a thing.

Then he shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and wrapped up his hand.

Back in the living room, he sat down, pulled out a cigarette. The bodyguard quickly lit it for him.

Karl took a long drag, exhaling a wave of smoke that slowly blurred his sharp, almost femme-fatale-like face.

"Tell Lawyer to get that sorry excuse of a pawn out of the station."

The guard nodded. "Understood. And Jimmy...?"

Karl narrowed his fox-like eyes. "Dead."

He waved his bandaged hand, clearly irritated.

The bodyguard could tell how hard Jimmy’s death had hit him and knew better than to linger. He left immediately.

Karl sat there, mentally retracing every step.

Where exactly had it gone wrong? How did the other side pick apart his strategy so neatly?

He’d thought his plan was airtight.

Then, he suddenly let out a cold laugh.

Looks like he’d really underestimated Tristan.

That guy was a damn genius.He got intel that Ryan had once taken the chip to Tristan, asking Professor XAL to crack it.

Didn’t expect they’d crack it this fast.

Reid’s team? Seriously impressive. Even his wife’s no ordinary woman.

If it hadn’t been for Megan hacking into Verve Hotel’s surveillance, they never would’ve tracked Jimmy.

She even disabled nearby road cameras, which gave Tristan the perfect chance to grab Jimmy right under their noses.

From that moment on, Jimmy was just a disposable piece on the board.

As long as Wyatt, posing as Cloud Robinson, pinned everything on a dead man, there was still a way out.

He needed Wyatt to keep playing his part, so he had to stay alive.

Now that Tristan had figured out the current strategy, it was time to change tactics.

At the precinct.

Ryan stood with arms crossed, watching Cloud sitting silently at the interrogation table, just waiting for his lawyer.

His phone buzzed—another unknown number.

He’d been getting these voicemasked calls all night, so he just picked up. After the call, he immediately left for the reported location.

Seeing the male corpse, a heavy feeling settled in his chest.

If this was the guy who slipped out of the hotel... then he was the one responsible for killing his three colleagues.

Frustration gnawed at him, but he stayed sharp and asked the forensic examiner, "Cause of death?"

The female coroner stood up. "Multiple fractures—he took a serious beating. But that’s not what killed him. The actual cause is the same as with the woman found in the abandoned lot recently."

Ryan’s eyes snapped to her, stunned. "Sorcery worms?"

She nodded. "Exactly."

He rubbed his forehead. The last case was still a mess, and now they had another similar one.

He ran a hand through his hair. A detective whispered in his ear, "Jameson and Isaac made bail. No clue who leaked the scandal, but the press is swarming outside. Cloud’s lawyer just arrived—big-shot, on par with Linus. He’s trying to get Cloud out on bail."

Ryan let out a cold snort. "Cloud’s tied to a homicide, not getting bail without higher approval. I’d love to see how they plan to spin this."

Back at the station, Cloud’s lawyer, Justin Dayton, started laying out their defense.

"Officer Mitchell, I represent Mr. Robinson and would like to walk through the details."

Ryan shot him a lazy glance. "Kent, start recording."

Justin continued, "Mr. Robinson did meet the victim, but it was all just part of business—pure show, nothing serious. After entering the hotel room, he told the victim he needed a bath and asked her to leave. He wasn’t involved in what happened next."

Ryan twirled his pen, raising a brow. "He was already ready to bathe and still managed to send her out?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Justin chuckled. "Mr. Robinson is a gentleman. That’s exactly why he asked her to go."

The amusement vanished from Ryan’s face. "I think Robinson’s involved. Could’ve killed her and gotten someone to clean up the mess."

"You’re making baseless accusations, Officer Mitchell. Got any proof? It’s more likely the victim had enemies, and this was a targeted hit."

Cloud smirked slightly. "Officer Mitchell, if you’ve got no solid evidence, am I free to go?"

Ryan gritted his teeth. Just then, the coroner messaged him: the substance under the victim’s nails wasn’t human tissue.

Another message popped up.

He looked at Cloud. "Mr. Robinson, looks like the fake skin behind your ear is peeling off."