The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 199 It’s Net-Closing Time?

The moment Samuel heard the word "Binford," he called up Oliver without hesitation.

"Big bro, someone’s pretending to be Brandon and has taken Megan. They’re heading toward Binford."

Oliver, who was in a meeting, stood up and walked out without a word. The marketing director, who was presenting at the time, slipped and fell on his butt, dazed. Crap... he was probably getting fired—if even the big boss didn’t wanna listen to his report anymore.

Both Oliver and Samuel sped off toward Binford in their own cars.

Samuel kept calling Brandon’s phone over and over, but no one picked up.

All he could do was pray Brandon was still alive.

A black Range Rover cruised along the highway.

Megan shot a cold glance at the man driving. "Not gonna lie, you do a decent impersonation."

The man chuckled. "Too bad you caught on."

"Too bad I realized it too late," she muttered, her eyes locked on him. "Where’s my grandpa?"

He gave a careless shrug. "Instead of worrying about someone who’s not even blood, maybe worry about yourself a little more."

She frowned slightly. "Bernard was just bait to lure me out, right? I’m guessing his odds aren’t great."

The man scoffed with a smirk. "Relax, he’s 100% dead. Just picture it—someone dropping from the 16th floor. What do you think he looks like now?"

Megan’s eyes welled up with tears. She dared not imagine it. These lunatics were capable of literally anything.

Once the bait did its job, they’d toss it like trash.

Choking back her emotions, Megan clenched her teeth and asked hoarsely, "What about Brandon?"

"Don’t worry, we’ll need the whole Lewis clan for this. And the Reids too."

Her hands were tied behind her. If they weren’t, she would’ve ripped off his mask right then to see who this man really was.

From the moment Tristan had sprinted to the cold storage room, her gut told her something was off. There was no way Brandon, who couldn’t see a damn thing without his glasses, could’ve spotted the camera feed that fast.

She had just wanted to warn Tristan something wasn’t right when the man posing as Brandon pressed a gun to her stomach.

"One word, and you and the baby die. Got it?"

She was forced into the elevator with him, and when she saw Kevin downstairs, she faked wanting to go back to the car because she felt sick.

She didn’t want to drag Kevin into this. Chloe had already lost her mom, Diane. Megan couldn’t bear to let her lose anyone else she loved.

Before they got in, the man tied her hands behind her and shoved her into the front passenger seat, clicking the seatbelt into place.

Then he drove north. Megan guessed they were heading straight for Binford.

"So, it’s net-closing time? You guys think that by taking me, you can control the Lewis and Reid families? Two of Verduria’s Big Four have already collapsed. If the last two go down too... hmm, let me guess—who might benefit from that?"

The guy side-eyed her but didn’t say a word.

She pressed on. "I bet we’ll know during next month’s election. Without the Four Major Families pulling strings, who’ll take the win, huh?"

The guy laughed, "You know, women seeing too clearly don’t tend to live very long." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Megan let out a slow sigh. "If I couldn’t see things clearly now, I’d be dying for nothing. That guy behind everything—he’s the one who wiped out the entire Richmond family back in the day, right? Then used Jacob and Karl to take down the Four Families. Gotta say, pretty damn smooth. If Jacob ever finds out that the guy who killed the love of his life is the same one he’s been working for all these years... wonder if he’ll bleed out from pure rage."

The man burst out laughing. "Didn’t think a twenty-year-old girl could see through things so clearly. If you weren’t part of the Lewis family, I might actually have let you live."

Megan shot him a cold look. "So you’ve got beef with the Lewis family too? I just don’t get what kind of hatred makes people like you thirsty for blood, trampling on law and morality like they mean nothing. Do you guys even have a conscience?"

The man didn’t flinch. Instead, he stomped on the gas. "Scared?"

The speedometer was already past 200 km/h.

Megan gave a short laugh. "What’s the point of being scared? No matter what, I still have to face it, don’t I?"

"You’ve got guts," he said.

She turned to him. "Life only gives us one shot. Maybe try not wasting it? Let others go, and maybe give yourself a break too."

He snorted. "When your father forced mine to the edge and he jumped from a hundred-meter building, do you know what kind of hell that was? Don’t give me that feel-good crap. It’s useless."

Megan realized—this was personal. A vendetta over his father’s death. No amount of reasoning would sway him now. She’d have to try a different angle.

"Jacob lost the woman he loved to the real mastermind behind all this. Then he got dragged into their game. Ever thought maybe the same thing’s happening to you?"

The shrill screech of tires cut through the air, leaving a thick trail of burnt rubber on the asphalt.

The car jerked to a stop, throwing Megan forward. The seatbelt tightened around her stomach, pulling a painful gasp from her.

The man yanked out a pistol and jammed it against her temple. "Say one more word and I’ll blow your head off."

Sweat beaded on Megan’s forehead, her lips pale. "Fine. If I die, then you’ve lost your leverage against the Lewis and Reid families. Good luck with that."

He pulled the gun back. "Don’t test me. If you die, your precious brother and his little assistant die with you."

Her stomach cramped. She took a deep breath in, then exhaled slowly. The pain gradually eased.

She locked eyes with him. "If anything happens to the baby I’m carrying, I swear I’ll make you pay for it."

The man turned the key, but the engine just coughed and sputtered. "Damn it!" he yelled, slamming the steering wheel before jumping out to check under the hood.

Five kilometers away, a sleek black Maybach sped down the highway.

Nova Tech chirped, excited. "Master! Nova just picked up Goddess’s life signal!"

Tristan floored the gas, his face grim.

Just as the man dropped the hood, he saw a black car shooting toward him like a lightning bolt.

Too late to run. He raised his gun and fired, but something shot out from the Maybach’s window and nailed him right in the neck.

The force sent him flying before he hit the ground hard.

Tristan’s car screeched to a halt beside him. He pushed the door open, radiating pure menace. Without missing a beat, he stepped over and kicked the gun from the man’s hand, then slammed his boot down on the guy’s chest.

The man coughed up blood, eyes barely open.

Tristan crouched beside him, yanked something from behind his ear—and revealed a face they all recognized.

"Connor Collins. Should’ve known it was you."

Connor managed a bitter grin. "Once again... I lost to the Lewises and Reids."

"No. That corporate war had nothing to do with either family. Your father was already bankrupt after the financial crash. That was the spark, not the cause. What you saw was just the aftermath."

Connor’s eyes burned with hate. "Then tell me—who started that damn financial crash?"