The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 132 Wyatt Was Off

The interrogation room, walled on three sides, was blindingly bright.

Ryan looked up from his phone and dropped a single, sharp line. Cloud Robinson instinctively touched his own face.

Without warning, Ryan lunged in and peeled the skin-like mask off with a quick motion—revealing the truth in his grip.

The room went dead silent.

Clenching the artificial face in his fist, Ryan said word by word, "Wyatt."

The officer taking notes stared at the now-exposed fugitive in shock. "Then where’s the real Cloud Robinson?"

Justin’s expression was grim. He’d followed orders from his boss, sticking to the script to clear Wyatt of suspicion and get him released.

But he hadn’t seen this coming—not even a hint that Wyatt’s true face would be exposed like this.

Who the hell leaked it? Who knew what was under the mask?

Just as his mind was spinning with questions, Ryan turned to him. "Mr. Dayton, seems there’s no way we’re releasing Cloud Robinson—since what we’ve got here is Wyatt, a wanted fugitive. Unless you already knew who he really was?"

Justin quickly distanced himself, hoping no heat would land on him. "I came representing Mr. Cloud Robinson, not Mr. Reid. I’m just as blindsided by this as you are."

After throwing out his disclaimer, Justin rushed out of the precinct like the devil was on his heels.

Slamming his car door shut, he immediately made a call. "Boss, Wyatt’s cover’s blown. No way out. Ryan got a tip and ripped his mask off on the spot."

The line went dead without a single word.

Karl had lost both his right-hand man and a key player overnight. The helpless frustration was new—and infuriating.

When exactly had the exposure screw-up started?

He flicked the lighter open and shut, the reflection of the blue flame dancing off the chrome. Then he snapped it shut, stood from the couch, and walked over to his desk. With a tap, the security footage from the Dudu Building lit up on his screen.

His narrowed eyes, bloodshot and cold, locked onto every frame.

He didn’t buy that Tristan had some kind of psychic sixth sense and just knew.

He played the footage back, again and again, scanning every second.

There it was—Landon Haynes had been staring at "Cloud Robinson" a little too long. Longer than Tristan had, that’s for sure.

Landon was acting shady. It made sense. With the alliance of three families crushing both the Xiao Group and Landon’s company, Landon and Oliver working together to take down Cloud fit the timeline.

Rubbing his temples, Karl glanced at the towel-wrapped hand covering his palm. His fists were starting to tighten.

One way to handle this: erase Landon.

He picked up the phone. "Keith, come back home. Next week’s Landon’s ribbon-cutting event—take care of it."

After hanging up, he opened his photo gallery and tapped on an image.

Gazing at the woman’s delicate profile, his eyes softened. A corner of his mouth lifted. Tomorrow, he could finally see her—openly, officially.

The next morning, a slender arm reached across the nightstand for the phone—only to be caught by a larger hand.

"Hey... chill. I just wanna check the time."Megan groggily poked her messy head out from under the covers, grabbing her phone. The second it powered on, her screen was flooded with headlines about the chairmen of the Bennette and Channing families caught up in a prostitution scandal. Old gossip about affairs with actresses and flings with secretaries were all being dragged back into the spotlight.

She chuckled, "Looks like Bennette and Channing’s stocks are gonna be shaky for a few days."

Tristan lay on his side, propping his head up with one hand as he looked her way. "The real mess for Bennette and Channing hasn’t even started. Whoever’s pulling the strings won’t stop just yet."

"No real buzz online about the hotel murder case either. Cops must be keeping a tight lid on it," Megan scrolled through the news. "But I’m dying to know, what happened yesterday when Ryan tried to bait Cloud Robinson?"

Tristan twirled a strand of her hair with his fingers, "Wanna know?"

Megan pouted. Obviously! Did he really have to tease her now?

"Beg me," Tristan’s tone was lazy and playfully smug.

Megan narrowed her eyes like a sly fox, then arched her brows, eyes locking on his phone on the nightstand. She lunged for it.

She missed the phone and landed straight in his arms instead.

"I wanna know. You already found out last night, didn’t you? Why didn’t you wake me?"

Tristan held her still, wrapped up in his arms. "Guess first."

Megan froze for a second. Wait—was it someone she knew?

Her brain immediately kicked into high gear. Fake Cloud got Black Hood to deal with the body. Black Hood was tied to the junkyard crime, and Molly had died from the worm poison in that case. Molly...

Her eyes flew open. "Wyatt and Molly got kidnapped together, so... that fake Cloud must be Wyatt?"

Seeing the smirk tug at Tristan’s lips, she knew her guess was right.

Her eyes lit up. "It really was him! Did he spill who was behind it?"

Tristan didn’t say anything. Megan hesitated, "Don’t tell me he died from that worm thing too?"

Tristan gave a low hum in confirmation. His phone buzzed, and he picked it up—it was Ryan.

He listened quietly, then said, "Alright, I’m on my way."

Putting the phone down, he patted her gently on the back. "Ryan needs me to confirm the body. Be good and head to class."

Megan nodded.

She’d died horribly in her past life at the hands of two monsters—armless, silenced, and tortured.

Now, those same two monsters had died in agony too, torn apart from the inside by the worms. But she didn’t feel vindicated. Just... hollow.

Someone in the shadows was manipulating all this, treating human lives like playthings and trampling the law without a second thought.

She didn’t know what his endgame was yet, but it was clear—he wanted to stir up chaos between the four great families. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Could it really be, like Tristan said... the Richmond family behind it all?

That family had been wiped out twenty-five years ago. Either some vengeful ghost had come back, or some long-lost relative was out for blood.

Megan looked at the man in front of her. His features were sharp—like a painting brought to life. In her last life, he had died with her. This time around, no matter what mess they faced, she’d stand by him.

After breakfast, they each drove their separate cars out of the estate.

Tristan only left once he saw Megan’s car pull into the school.

Wyatt had suffered a sudden flare-up of the worm poison during interrogation last night. They rushed him to the hospital, but nothing could be done. He died, and now his body sat in the morgue.

When Tristan arrived at the city’s Capital Hospital morgue, Ryan was sitting on the steps outside, smoking.

Glancing at the pile of cigarette butts around him, it was clear—Ryan was frustrated. Another dead-end.

Ryan stubbed the last one out and stood. "You’re here."