The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 202 I’ll Be the Richest Man in Verduria
The factory was dead quiet. Eight guys lounged on old machine benches, playing cards, breath steaming in the cold air as they cursed and bantered.
When Connor walked in, one of them grinned. "Looks like mission accomplished? Why the long face, man?"
"Yeah, don’t tell me that chick gave you trouble?"
"What about Tom and Jerry?"
Connor smiled lightly. "They’re worn out."
The group burst into laughter. "Died under a woman, huh? Not a bad way to go!"
"Damn, now I kinda wanna try that too."
"No need." Connor stubbed out his cigarette. "You’re not getting the chance."
He raised his gun and pulled the trigger. None of the eight even got a chance to react—each was shot clean in the head.
Tristan stepped out. "You really don’t hold back."
"I’ve got too many deaths on me already, a few more won’t matter. But you... you’re still legit. Don’t dirty your hands."
Just then, Tristan aimed quickly to his left—bang. The man hiding behind the door dropped, gun still in hand.
"You gave me this pistol. Just using it in self-defense."
Connor twitched at the corner of his mouth. "..." He just realized—this guy’s not so simple after all.
Footsteps were getting louder. Brandon shielded the girl behind him with his whole body.
"If something goes down, run—and run fast, got it?"
Emily clung to his back and shook her head. "No. I’m staying. We’re in this together, no matter what."
The sound of a key turned in the door. Emily’s fingers gripped tighter around his shirt.
The door creaked open—two men barged in.
"Shit! They’re gone!"
"No way!"
One of them swung the door wide and caught a solid punch straight to the face.
Brandon followed up with a sharp kick to his chin, sending the guy flying and knocking him out.
The second man reached for his gun, but Brandon dashed in lightning-quick. He seized the man’s wrist and twisted inward.
With a pained grunt, the guy dropped his gun. Brandon flicked it up with his toe, caught it mid-air, and chopped at the man’s neck. The guy collapsed instantly.
Brandon grabbed Emily’s hand—her face still frozen in shock. "We gotta move. Now."
They darted down the corridor toward the main exit.
Emily stared at their joined hands, heart full—she hadn’t felt this happy in forever.
But just then, Brandon spotted Tristan and an unfamiliar man rushing toward them.
He was about to call out when Tristan suddenly shouted, "Behind you!"
Tristan stopped cold, raised his gun, and fired toward Brandon’s left side.
Two shots rang out. A muffled thud of bullets hitting flesh.
Brandon spun around. A man dropped behind him in a pool of blood.
But then, he felt the small body behind him go limp.
Emily fell.
He caught her before she hit the ground. Blood poured from her mouth.
He quickly checked—she’d been hit in the lung. She’d taken the bullet for him.
"Professor Lewis... I guess I’ll be going first," she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. "It doesn’t hurt... don’t cry..."
"Stop. Don’t say that. You haven’t even officially said yes to being my girlfriend yet." Brandon scooped her up and ran full speed toward the exit.
Her white coat was soaked in red, shocking against the snow.
Inside the vehicle, Megan spotted them through the window. "Nova, look!"
Nova scanned. "It’s our people!"
Megan leaned forward. But then she noticed—the person being carried was bleeding. The pure white snow was now speckled with vivid red.She stepped out of the car and saw Brandon rushing over with Emily in his arms, his face full of anxiety.
"Megan."
"Bran! Emily got shot?"
His voice was choked. "Yeah... she took the bullet for me."
Tristan looked at him seriously. "Head straight to the hospital in Binford. Connor and I will go after the one behind all this. Megan’s with you now."
Brandon nodded, gently laying Emily across the back seat before climbing into the driver’s seat himself.
Tristan yanked open the front door, pushed Megan in, and buckled her seatbelt. "Be good. I promise I’ll come back safe."
Right then, two Bentleys—one black and one white—pulled up beside them.
Oliver and Samuel stepped out. Seeing that Megan and Brandon were safe, they visibly relaxed.
"Emily took a bullet to the lung. We’re heading to the hospital first," Brandon told them, then quickly drove off.
Tristan turned to the two men. "Head back. Connor and I have unfinished business."
Oliver fixed his eyes on him. "You were the one who kidnapped my sister?"
Tristan shook his head. "It was Harrison."
"No way! Your uncle? The guy has that kind of brain?" Samuel blurted.
Tristan let out a short laugh. "He’s just a pawn, too. But yeah, he’s trying to take down both the Lewis and Reid families so he can crown himself the richest man in Verduria." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
"Ambition’s wild but reality bites hard! What gave him the guts?"
Oliver gave him a side-eye. "Honestly, you sound smartest when you keep your mouth shut."
"Seriously?"
Tristan snorted, "Even the parrot you keep talks more sense than you do."
Samuel: "..."
Oliver raised his chin. "Let’s roll. Ride with me."
"What about me?"
Oliver gave him that look you give a lost puppy. "Drive your own damn car."
Samuel frowned. "Wouldn’t that make us easy to track?"
Tristan patted his shoulder. "And you wonder why you’ll never beat Blackwing?"
"Tell me."
Tristan walked past him with a smirk. "Because your IQ came free with a top-up plan and guess what—your phone’s outta credit."
Samuel: "...You’re savage."
Connor chuckled, "Someone probably tipped them off by now."
"Just the four of us going? Sounds like a suicide mission."
Oliver lit a cigarette. "You stormed in solo to save Megan. Now you’re worried? Timing’s a bit off, don’t you think?"
Watching the three men get into their cars, Samuel grumbled under his breath before finally following suit.
The two cars cruised side by side, heading for Harrison’s private villa.
Snowflakes started drifting down, softly burying the scattered red plum blossoms, but the smell of blood still lingered thick in the air.
Inside the cozy villa, the room was warm—but the scene was chilling.
A woman sat atop Harrison, smiling sweetly down at him.
"After today, I’ll be the richest man in Verduria... whatever you want, I’ll give it to you."
She moved with seductive grace, like a siren draining the life out of him. "Really? You’ll give me anything I want?"
Harrison was trembling with excitement. "Yes! Anything you want, it’s yours!"
"Great, then what I want is..." Her hand slid behind her back, lips curving into a devilish grin. "I want..."
"I’ll give it!" he cried.
"...your life."
In a flash, her smile vanished. She pulled out a fifteen-centimeter spike and drove it deep into the artery in his neck.
