The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 198 Classic Misdirection

Tristan stared at the barely breathing patient on the ground, his brows tightly furrowed—this guy wasn’t Bernard at all.

In just a matter of minutes, they’d swapped him out. Clearly a setup from the start.

Megan rushed in with unease written all over her face. Seeing the mess in the OR, she asked, "Tristan, are you okay?"

Brandon picked up his broken glasses from the floor, let out a sigh, and tossed them aside. "I’m fine. But Bernard’s been replaced." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Tristan quickly jumped in, "Don’t worry, Megan. I’ll handle the rest."

He turned to Brandon. "Brandon, get Oliver to take Megan back to the family estate."

Then he leaned in and kissed Megan’s forehead. "Be good, alright?"

With that, he spun around and headed out of the OR.

He tried calling Cameron—no answer.

Footsteps echoed behind him. When he turned, Megan had caught up already.

"You think I’d let you run off alone to play hero?"

Brandon shrugged. "She’s stubborn as heck. I can’t stop her."

Kevin came panting up, bent over to catch his breath, "She just said the word, and I ran up and down 32 floors to get this damn laptop. But Megan, what do you even need it for?"

Megan smirked. "Not everyone can understand the dreams of an eagle."

Then she paused. "Let’s be real—a dumb husky wouldn’t stand a chance."

Kevin: [So I’m just here to get roasted?]

Tristan looked resigned—once Megan set her mind on something, there was no changing it.

"I had Cameron posted outside the OR, and we had men guarding other rooms too—just in case anyone tried anything."

Megan asked, "Can we reach the hospital’s maintenance to trigger the emergency system?"

Brandon shook his head. "Tried already. No one’s picking up."

Megan turned to Kevin. "You’re our tech guy. Take the bodyguards, go activate the backup power. Move!"

Kevin looked like his soul left his body. Seriously? Back to the first floor again?

Was he even human anymore?

Not that he dared complain. No way.

He gritted his teeth and jogged back downstairs, mission accepted.

Megan sat down on the bench, pulled out her laptop, and took out two wireless earbuds. She popped one in, handing the other to Tristan. "Once the system’s back, I’ll contact you."

"Tristan, lock down the hospital. No way they’re getting Bernard out so fast. Call Ryan. Tell him it’s a potential terror event—get police support over here ASAP."

Five minutes later, power was reconnected.

Megan’s fingers danced over the keyboard. She hacked directly into the hospital’s monitoring system.

The footage showed two nurses wheeling Bernard into the procedure zone. Right as the heavy metal door shut, a dark figure leapt out and hit them. A few bodyguards responded quickly and gave chase.

That’s when the trap was sprung—Bernard was knocked out and carried away while others sealed the OR door.

"They’re heading toward the freezer on the sixteenth floor," Brandon said, watching the footage.

Tristan gave Megan a deep look, then took off running in that direction.

Megan pulled out Nova Tech from her bag. "Go. Your master needs you."

"He’s actually better at this than me, y’know. I gotta protect my Goddess!"

Megan tapped its head with a smile. "Knew it. He programmed you to say that. Now go help him already."Nova Tech unfolded its metal wings and zipped off in the direction Tristan had vanished.

Tristan reached the end of the sixteenth floor—the floor was a mess of blood spatters and scattered bullet marks. He pulled a sword hilt from his coat pocket, touched his thumb to the scanner, and a sharp orange laser beam burst out.

Nova swooped in all hyped up, "Whoa! Laser melt-beam! You’re the best, boss!"

"Cut the flattery," Tristan said flatly.

Nova chuckled, "I’ll check ahead!"

It buzzed over to the cold storage room and neatly sliced a round hole in the door with the laser, slipping inside.

Gunshots pinged off metal and walls from within.

"What the hell? They ambushed me! I swear, I’ll give their lips, eyes, and hairlines a full beauty makeover!"

Then came a whimper. Nova popped back out through the hole. "Boss, I did a quick sweep—no sign of Mr. Shaw. Just some hired guns in there."

Just then, Megan’s voice crackled through the earpiece. "Babe, I think we’ve been misled. Whoever took Grandpa might’ve slipped out of the safe exit when the power cut. Or they’re hiding out in one of the rooms on this floor."

That kind of stealth made it nearly impossible to track them.

"I got it," Tristan replied. He pushed open the cold storage door. As he eyed the half-melted weapons wreckage on the floor, a faint grin tugged at his lips.

He crouched beside a heavily injured man and grabbed his shirt collar, eyes narrowing. "Talk. Where are they hiding?"

The guy coughed blood, looking smug. "You’ll never find them. Even if you do, there’ll just be a corpse waiting."

"Why take Bernard?"

"Classic misdirection."

Tristan’s eyes sharpened. Something was off. He flung the man aside and bolted toward where Megan had been.

But when he got there, only a shattered laptop and phone were left on the floor.

Panic hit him like a truck. Why would Megan get taken so easily?

The only one who’d been with her... was Brandon.

Memories clicked together fast—Brandon had picked up a broken pair of glasses, then ditched them. But he hadn’t acted like someone who couldn’t see clearly.

What snapped it into focus—Kevin was never spotted in the OR.

Damn it. He’d missed something huge.

He called Kevin. "Megan’s been kidnapped. It wasn’t Brandon—it was someone posing as him."

"Boss, they just left the hospital. Said your wife wasn’t feeling well and wanted to rest."

Tristan’s fingers clenched around his phone. "Follow them. Now."

He jabbed the elevator button for the first floor. Somehow the ride down from sixteen felt like the longest eternity ever.

As soon as the doors slid open, he burst out and rang up Samuel. "Sam, someone pretending to be Brandon took Megan. Pull hospital surveillance now—I need their license plate."

Samuel tapped into the external cameras in seconds. "Found it. Plate XXXX. They’re headed toward Xylon Road."

Sliding behind the wheel, Tristan gunned the engine. "Nova, pull up a 3D city grid and guess where that car might be going."

Nova’s eyes lit up with blue beams, firing a hologram of Xylon Road across the car interior. It analyzed the direction and routed the most likely path.

"Based on calculations, their probable destination is Binford."

Binford?

Tristan’s expression darkened. That villa Harrison owned... it was there.

Yeah. Time to settle this once and for all.