The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 145 Mr. Haynes Likes Tiny Boobs

The black Bentley rolled smoothly into the underground parking lot of NexusStar. Megan and Arthur took the exclusive CEO elevator straight to the 88th floor.

As the elevator doors slid open, the secretarial staff was lined up on both sides like they were welcoming royalty. Sugar-coated voices rang out, "Good morning, Mr. Haynes!"

Every one of them was dolled up to the max, and even their standard uniforms looked like they’d been sliced a good five centimeters shorter than regulation.

Megan paused briefly, eyes sweeping over the scene. These girls had clearly put in serious effort—every single one hoping to catch a break by catching someone’s eye.

Her lips curved into a gentle smile, warm and approachable.

The little secretaries were instantly charmed, thinking, "Wow, the CEO’s actually kinda...nice?"

Without a word, Megan stepped into her office.

She glanced at her watch—forty-five minutes to nine. Time to power through a pile of pending documents.

She skimmed through each file like a speed-reader, eyes sharp enough to zero in on a minor flaw in a marketing proposal. She pointed it out directly and told Arthur to reject it.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

The door creaked open, and Marissa Hill from the secretarial department strolled in with a cup of coffee, hips swaying like she was walking on a runway.

Megan didn’t even glance up, still scanning the file. She knew exactly what the girl was trying to pull. "Mr. Haynes," Marissa said sweetly, "I’m Marissa Hill. The weather’s been chilly lately, so I made you a hot coffee—just the way you like it, no sugar, just milk."

Ignoring Arthur like he didn’t exist, she walked around the desk, perching one hip on the edge. Then, leaning down slightly, she placed the cup right before Megan.

Finally, Megan lifted her eyes—just enough to catch a clear view of Marissa’s overly generous neckline. It was... hard to ignore.

"34E?" Megan closed the file and leaned back lazily in her leather chair.

Marissa gave a coy smile, voice extra sugary, "Wow, Mr. Haynes, you’ve got quite the eye! Just one glance and you nailed the size—like you’ve measured it yourself or something."

Arthur rolled his eyes from the side. The message couldn’t be more obvious if it had flashing neon lights.

Any average guy would’ve caved right there. But Megan? Unshakable—well, had to be, really. Functional reasons and all that.

Marissa shot Arthur a brief side-eye before refocusing on Megan. "Mr. Haynes, the ribbon-cutting later today is going to be exhausting, right? I’ve been taking some aerobics classes recently... maybe you’d like to try them with me?"

Megan’s lips curled just a bit. "I’m more of a 34F person. You’re not quite my type."

That shut Marissa right up. Her smile stiffened. "Guess I still need more practice then. I’ll improve and get back to you."

With that, she took a deep breath and made her way out.

Looking down at her own heavily burdened chest, she was already panting just from walking. "If F cups are his thing, I’m doomed," she muttered.

She made a mental note—if this Landon Haynes guy is into giants, it’s time to upgrade.

Outside the office, the other assistants swarmed her like excited schoolgirls. "Well? How’d it go, Marissa?"

Marissa sighed. "So frustrating. Turns out Mr. Haynes likes tiny boobs. I’m thinking I might need a reduction."

The other women all frowned. That’s not how the game’s supposed to work. One by one, they looked down at their own oversized assets and started wondering about breast reduction surgery.

Back in the office, Megan continued scanning her documents, unbothered.

Arthur covered his mouth, trying not to laugh. "Wanna bet tomorrow the plastic surgery clinics will be full of secretaries trying to downsize?"Megan snorted. "You really think that dead-fish eyes would leak something that private? Wow, Arthur... you’re way too naive."

Arthur pulled a face and glanced at the time. "Mr. Haynes, the ribbon-cutting starts in ten. Mr. Reid and Mr. Lewis are already there."

Megan stood up, smoothing her tie. "Do I look sharp?"

Arthur nodded. "Sharp, yeah... just a little off."

Megan’s smile dropped. "Knew you couldn’t say anything nice."

She held her chin high and walked out confidently, Arthur following close behind.

The moment the secretaries spotted her, they all instantly straightened up, visibly tense—none dared to keep their usual smug expressions.

Arthur threw her a confused look as the elevator doors closed. "What was up with them?"

Megan gave a cold chuckle. "Got played."

The elevator descended and quickly reached the first floor.

As the doors opened, Megan walked toward the building’s entrance, every executive’s eyes glued to her.

Outside, a sea of media, reporters, and onlookers had gathered. Everyone was itching to see the rising star of the business world in person.

Spotting Tristan, Oliver, and a few other top execs, she stepped forward to greet them warmly, shaking hands one by one.

What she didn’t notice was Tristan’s face going visibly dark the moment she touched those other men’s hands.

Oliver glanced at him, raising a brow at Tristan’s thunderous expression. "What, Mr. Haynes stepped on your toes?"

Tristan let out a slow, angry exhale. His sharp eyes locked intensely on Megan’s hand, his whole body rigid.

That hand was his!

Just as he was about to make a move, Arthur called out, "Mr. Haynes, we’re up for the ceremony!"

Megan nodded and turned—only to see Tristan standing there with a face like thunder.

She burst out laughing. "Mr. Reid, you good?"

Grinding his teeth, Tristan spat, "Toothache."

Megan blinked. That didn’t check out—he looked fine this morning.

She eyed him, puzzled, then walked over to the big red ribbon, scissors gleaming in hand.

Her mind couldn’t help but wander—was he really mad about her shaking hands with those men?

Maybe... maybe he recognized her?

She glanced awkwardly at Tristan, but he just stood next to her, poker-faced and radiating "stay away" energy. The other big shots didn’t even dare to engage him.

The camera flashes never stopped. Still, everyone figured Tristan and Landon Haynes didn’t get along—probably got dragged here against his will.

After the host finished the usual long-winded opening, it was finally time.

Megan kept her speech short and sweet, thanked the attendees, and fielded a few questions from the press.

Smiling, she raised the scissors, ready to make the cut.

Meanwhile, inside a stairwell of the Reid Group building, a cold stare locked onto her through a sniper scope. The man grinned.

"All set, boss."

A sly voice answered through his earpiece, "Keith, take the shot."

Keith gave a soft laugh and pulled the trigger.

A bullet sliced through the air straight for Megan’s forehead—but the next second, a bright blue light flashed from her suit pocket, intercepting the shot. The bullet clattered harmlessly to the ground.

Startled, Megan looked up, instincts kicking in. She grabbed Tristan’s hand and bolted toward the building.

Another bullet came flying at them—but again, it was stopped by the protective device.

Tristan’s eyes narrowed. Damn. The shield’s used up.

Gripping Megan’s hand tightly, he sped up. More bullets followed.

Without hesitation, Tristan pulled her into his arms, fully prepared to take the next hit himself.