The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 135 Car Accident

Megan didn’t even bat an eye at Samuel’s strange behavior—she’d already accepted that he wasn’t exactly wired like everyone else. So whatever he did, looking through a normal lens just didn’t apply. She lazily scrolled through her phone, reading the news.

Meanwhile, Amelia, sitting in the front row, was clearly on edge. Her uneasiness bubbled up uncontrollably.

After all, last time Jason and Samuel had taken Megan’s hair for a DNA test. Megan and Stella looked ridiculously alike—if it turned out Megan really was the Lewis family’s biological daughter, what then? Amelia had always been at odds with her, and Megan was now dating Tristan. If the truth came out, her already unstable standing in the family would totally collapse.

With that thought, Amelia quickly grabbed her purse and left the classroom in a rush.

William sighed quietly at the side. "She’s seriously hopeless."

Amelia ran out of the building just in time to see Samuel’s tall figure walking away from campus, clutching something tightly in his hand. Alarm bells went off in her head. Her lips pressed together hard as she clenched her shaking fists.

As she’d feared, Samuel wasn’t here for a casual visit—he had other plans for Megan. That thing in his hand... was that Megan’s hair?

Wait—could they have found something odd in the previous DNA results?

No way. She was super careful last time.

Her heart pounded like crazy. She couldn’t let another test happen. She picked up her pace and dashed after him.

Hearing hurried footsteps behind him, Samuel turned slightly.

Then, just like that, Amelia lunged onto his back. He instinctively caught her by the legs.

Her bright voice rang in his ear, sweet and fake: "Sam, where you off to? You just came and didn’t even say hi! I miss you and Mom. Let’s have dinner together tonight, yeah?"

Samuel’s expression instantly darkened. Crap. The hair—it’s gone.

Without a second thought, he tossed her off, not gently either, then frantically started scanning the ground.

Amelia sat on the ground looking all battered and pitiful, tears glinting in her eyes as she tried to guilt-trip him. "Sam, that really hurt..."

A few passersby slowed down, whispering and casting curious glances.

Samuel’s anger simmered just beneath the surface. Amelia was doing this on purpose—no doubt about it. She must have figured out what he was up to and pulled this stunt to ruin it. What made him hate her wasn’t that she wasn’t blood-related, but the fact that she’d always been manipulative. To stay in favor, she used to frame him for things he’d never even done.

Ever since he found out she had switched Megan’s hair sample at the hospital, and also learned about that shady incident from Riverside Hospital, his disgust toward her had only deepened.

With the hair gone, frustration surged in him. He drew a long breath and stretched his hand out toward her.

Amelia was stunned. She hadn’t expected him to actually help her up.

Biting her lip, she hesitated for a second, then daintily placed her soft hand in his. With one effortless pull, Samuel lifted her back up.

"Sam..."

He leaned close, voice low and cold: "Amelia, stop with your games. If you try anything again, the Lewis family won’t protect you. I’m warning you—this is your last chance."

As he turned and walked off, Amelia’s eyes flashed with a trace of icy rage. Her hands tightened around the edges of her coat, tugging at the fabric until it wrinkled slightly. After a moment, forcing herself to calm down, she smoothed it out. Tomorrow, Grandma would be back—then she’d finally have someone on her side.Amelia let out a cold snort and started walking off-campus, only to spot a familiar figure lurking near the edge like some kind of sketchy stalker.

She quickly ducked into the first academic building and peeked out from behind a pillar.

Stella was striding toward the second academic building, dressed in a coffee-colored trench coat, sunglasses on, clutching her handbag.

Amelia’s fingers curled tighter with every second. There was no way Stella came for her—she hadn’t bothered to visit in the past two years of school.

She hesitated, one foot twitching as if to move, but she stopped herself. Chasing after would just make things worse. Besides, it was clear Stella wasn’t here for her.

A bitter taste rose in her throat, and she laughed softly, bitterly. If they didn’t care about her, she saw no reason to play nice either. With that, she turned and quickly disappeared through the school gates.

Behind a thick tree trunk, Stella waited. When a pretty silhouette walked toward her, she whipped off her sunglasses with a bright smile.

"Megan!"

Megan was caught a bit off guard. "Mrs. Lewis?"

Stella reached for her hand and gave it a gentle pat. "Got time for lunch? Let’s eat together."

Seeing her warm smile, Megan couldn’t bring herself to say no. "Sure. How did you get here?"

"My car’s parked outside. The driver’s waiting."

"Want to ride with me instead?"

Stella nodded. As they headed for Megan’s car, she naturally linked arms with her, the two of them looking like a pair of close sisters.

Once behind the wheel and driving out of campus, Megan asked, "Got any food cravings, Mrs. Lewis?"

From the passenger seat, Stella studied the girl beside her. That rosy lip color, fair skin—so innocent yet strangely alluring. She didn’t answer the question though. "You really remind me of myself when I was younger."

Megan smiled lightly. "You still look young, Mrs. Lewis, definitely could pass for someone in her thirties."

Stella laughed heartily. She’d heard flattery before, plenty of it, but coming from Megan’s mouth, it just hit different. "You sure know how to make people happy."

Megan smiled politely, but the next moment her face turned pale. A massive cement mixer suddenly sped into their lane, barreling toward them out of nowhere.

Stella’s eyes widened in horror.

Megan grabbed the wheel and yanked it right. The cement truck slammed into the back of the car, pushing it forward with a grating screech and leaving thick black skid marks on the road.

The truck wasn’t slowing down—it kept pushing them straight toward a steel-pipe-loaded truck ahead.

Megan twisted the wheel again with all her strength. A loud "bang" followed as their car smashed into the side of the pipe truck, and a bunch of heavy pipes crashed down. The rear of their vehicle crumpled under the force.

Inside the wrecked car, everything went still. The driver of the cement mixer leaned out to check, then quickly jumped down to inspect the scene.

The driver of the pipe truck, scared half to death, also got down to look.

Not far away, the Lewis family’s driver, who had been trailing them, sprinted over. Several bodyguards rushed in behind him.

The impact had triggered the airbags. Megan and Stella were both slumped over them, unmoving.

In a black Bentley nearby, a man with sharp phoenix eyes radiated murderous intent. He pulled out his phone and dialed.

"You moved without permission?" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Amelia, still hiding behind a tree, shuddered at his icy tone. "N-no, it wasn’t me."

"Then who else could’ve done it, huh?"

"I swear, I didn’t do it!"

He let out a cold laugh. "You better hope Megan’s okay. Otherwise, you know exactly what’s waiting for you."