The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 211 The Fall of Lorchester Base

"How did this even happen?" Her pretty face was now tight with worry.

She frowned and grabbed the man’s phone, dialing a number. "Did something go down at the Lorchester base? Why are so many sorcery worm suddenly dying?"

Her expression darkened. "What? Fighter jets?"

When she ended the call, she looked at the man. "Boss, about ten J-20s bombed the base."

The man snatched up the ashtray and hurled it against the wall. It shattered, scattering ashes all over the carpet. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Unknown jets flying in our airspace and I, the Minister of Defense, didn’t get a damn heads-up? Charles Cooper must’ve greenlit this!"

She quickly reached for his arm. "It has to be Jacob Scott! He’s the only one who knew about the sorcery worm base. He was pretending to stick with us, but I bet he flipped a long time ago."

The man scowled deeper. "Either Jacob Scott or Karl Freeman’s joined hands with Charles Cooper."

She thought back for a moment. "On the day we handled Harrison Reid, I noticed a bunch of modified vehicles. I think the Reid and Lewis families could be tied to the military."

He glared at her, his voice sharp as knives. "Why the hell didn’t you say something sooner? Don’t tell me you got soft for one of those pretty boys?"

Her face went pale. "Boss, you’re doubting me now?"

His fingers brushed her neck, then suddenly clenched tight and lifted her off the floor.

“I don’t trust anyone anymore!”

She didn’t fight back, letting him lift her completely off the ground. Tears streamed to her temples as her face turned from flushed to purple. She couldn’t breathe—her whole body screamed for air.

Then he dropped her like trash. "If you’re playing me, I’ll wipe you, your parents, and your brother off the face of the earth."

She crawled toward him, clinging to his pants. "Boss, I’m loyal—I swear. Don’t doubt me."

"Get out!"

Shaking, she scrambled out on her knees.

Reid Group headquarters.

Even through the screen, the explosions looked wild.

Megan Shaw smacked her lips. "I can practically smell barbecue—grilled silkworms, deep-fried bugs."

"You hungry or something? Want me to take you out for fried locusts later?"

She gagged a little. "I was just joking, you don’t have to take it that seriously!"

As she watched the fire rage onscreen, worry crept into her voice. "I wonder how close Karl is to the blast?"

Tristan Reid chuckled lightly. "Relax. He’ll be fine. If anyone’s in trouble, it’s probably Nathaniel Cooper right now."

He rang up Karl Freeman, and soon the man’s annoyed voice came through. "Tristan Reid, what the hell? How many times are you gonna bomb that place? It’s not even worth a missile!"

"I’ve got money to burn, so why not?"

Karl Freeman: "...You jerk."

Megan snatched the phone. "Karl, are you alright?"

He swallowed the rest of his rant. "I’m good, don’t worry. I’m about to start rounding up the Gu bugs. I’ll call you back later!"

Call ended. She glanced sideways at Tristan’s gloomy face. "Babe?"

"You sounded way too close, calling him by his first name."

Megan blinked. "Then what should I say?"

"Just call him by his last name."

"Freeman?"

"...Yeah."

Karl wiped his forehead, where debris had nicked him.

"Damn idiot Tristan probably wanted to kill me along with the bugs."

He looked at the sky lit with flames and smirked.Taking off his watch, Karl Freeman released the Silverwing sorcery worm King from his wrist.

The bug spread its metallic wings, glowing under the moonlight—crystal clear, yet eerie. If you looked closely, the veins were laced with faint streaks of red, giving it a strange, captivating beauty.

"Go," he murmured.

With that, the Silverwing sorcery worm shot into the flames.

Karl suddenly dropped to one knee in the snow, clutching his chest as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The distinct click of a gun being readied echoed nearby. He instantly looked up, leapt into the air, and dived into the snow on the side, grunting as he hit the ground.

Gunfire broke out all around—bullets slicing through the silence.

Karl’s brows furrowed. Blood soaked through the fabric near his thigh.

"Boss! Boss!" Keith Martin’s voice rang out.

Karl stood up, spotting a group of over a hundred people charging his way.

Keith ran to support him. "Are you okay? Your leg’s bleeding pretty bad."

Karl shook his head slightly. "It’s fine. Keep everyone back for now—we finish collecting the sorcery worm first."

"Copy that."

Straightening up, Karl looked to the sky and let out a sharp whistle.

The crackling of burning wood filled the forest, firelight roaring upward, almost as if trying to eat through the cold night.

A silver-winged creature darted back through the flames, landing neatly on Karl’s wrist.

Right then, the bleeding at his lip stopped. He wiped his mouth clean, eyes scanning the distance.

Behind him, the mercenaries stood still, not knowing what they were waiting for, but silently holding their ground.

Then came a soft rustling—before the white snowfield started turning black with swarming shapes. A low buzzing filled the air as the moon above was instantly veiled by what looked like a living, moving shadow.

"What the hell is that?"

"Holy crap, is that... bugs?!"

"What do we do? Shoot ‘em?"

Karl turned, chuckling lightly. "Just tear gas. As soon as they drop, we burn them."

Someone tossed gas masks at Karl and Megan Shaw, while others started lobbing canisters into the crowd of insects.

Thick white smoke billowed, and the swarm started falling from the sky. On the ground, the sorcery worm plague slowed down.

Once it cleared, they herded the fallen sorcery worm into one place and lit them up, making sure every last one burned.

Tristan Reid’s phone call came through.

"Godmom, you still alive over there?"

"No crap, Sherlock! You’re fine, so of course I’m still breathing!"

Then Keith’s voice broke in, urgent: "Boss, sounds like the mountain’s rumbling..."

"Run!" Karl shouted.

"Avalanche!"

The line abruptly cut out.

Megan saw Tristan’s face harden. "What’s going on?" she asked.

Looking grim, he replied, "Avalanche."

He gently patted her back. "It’s okay. I’ll go get him."

Megan stood up immediately.

Tristan helped her into a down jacket and wrapped a scarf snugly around her neck. "Be good. I promise I’ll bring him back."

"I’m going with you."

With no way to argue, he sighed and gave her hair a little ruffle. "Alright, come on."

Hand in hand, they left the office.

Cameron Brooks nodded as they passed. "Reid."

"We’re taking the chopper to Lorchester."

"Yes, sir."

They headed up to the rooftop helipad. Tristan helped Megan aboard, then took the pilot’s seat himself.

Cameron looked over from the back. "Ma’am, that’s the co-pilot seat."

Megan shot him a side-eye. "I know how to fly."

Cameron: "...Right. Just pretend I said nothing."

Tristan scooped her into the pilot’s chair. "All yours. Let’s see how your flying stacks up to your driving."

Megan raised a brow, smirking. "You’ll see."

Though... she couldn’t help thinking that sounded just a little suggestive.