The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 214 Wherever You Go, I Go

The only sound cutting through the quiet night was the steady whir of the helicopter blades. Inside, silence hung in the air.

Tristan Reid and Megan Shaw stared at Karl Freeman, who looked like he could barely hang on.

Megan tugged at the corner of her lips. “Is... is this for real?”

Karl gave a faint smile. “You really trust a guy who’s about to pass out?”

Tristan’s expression tightened. “I do. Karl, if getting rid of the parasite means losing you, then forget it. We’re not doing that.”

Karl’s voice was barely a whisper, like he was holding onto something through sheer will. “Since when did we become ride-or-die comrades?”

Tristan answered seriously, “You’re going to be my kid’s godparent. Kinda need you around for that, yeah?”

Karl felt his throat tighten with a metallic taste. He clapped a hand over his mouth—deep red slipped through his fingers, trailing down his wrist into his sleeve.

Megan’s brows drew together. “Tristan, you seriously pissed him into coughing blood.”

Tristan grumbled, “...Man’s really just skin and bones.”

Before he could say anything more, Karl’s vision spun and he blacked out.

Megan shot Tristan a side-eye. “You actually made him pass out. What is wrong with you?”

Tristan shot a look over to Cameron Brooks.

Cameron stepped over and checked for Karl’s breathing. “Just fainted, ma’am. He’ll be okay.”

Tristan turned back to Megan. “Babe, gotta hand it to you. You definitely had good taste back then—not going for this twiggy type.”

Megan let out a silent sigh. “...”

Just then, Keith Martin, who had been lying in the back, began thrashing restlessly.

Cameron’s mouth twitched. “You want me to chuck him out? Kinda feels overkill.”

Tristan narrowed his eyes at him. “Knock him out. He didn’t take in that much of the gas—not enough to turn into some rage monster.”

Cameron climbed into the back. A series of loud bangs followed.

The helicopter landed on the helipad at the Capital Hospital. Brandon Lewis was already waiting for them.

The medical team rushed Karl and Keith into isolation treatment.

Tristan and Megan debriefed Brandon, handing over all the footage and data. Hopefully, it’d help crack this virus thing.

Given how serious things were, after dropping Megan off at the Dreamscape Manor, Tristan headed straight to the private villa.

Inside the study.

Charles Cooper sat watching videos from someone’s phone, face dark with concern.

“This situation’s huge. It’s already a matter of national survival. If the rest of the world gets wind of this, we’ll be the ones under fire.”

Charles clenched his fists, veins popping along his knuckles. “The problem is, we’ve got nothing solid. The guy’s a defense minister—it’s not like he doesn’t have allies. If we try to arrest or even temporarily detain him, they’ll all shout ‘power abuse.’ Worse, he’s backing a candidate. That side’ll spin public opinion, and the whole election could blow up in our faces.”

Tristan tapped the couch arm gently with his fingertips. “I get it, sir. Nathaniel Cooper plays smart—always has. His pawn, Connor Collins, is the only one who knows his real face. But one man’s word won’t be enough to shake him. Look, the election is two weeks away. Let’s start with his trusted agents. Take out his inner circle first, make it through this election clean.”

Charles gave a short nod. “Yeah... that’s our best shot for now. But Tristan, this might blow your cover as King.”"For the country and the people, making a few sacrifices is totally worth it. We need to dispatch a biochem team to lock down the site at Luocheng Base. If this toxin spreads, panic will kick in fast—and cleaning up that mess won’t be easy."

With that, he stood up, ready to leave.

Charles Cooper chuckled. "Tristan, how about taking over my position?"

"Old age really does mess with memory," Tristan Reid replied, glancing back. "You can keep that chaotic mess for yourself. I’ve got a wife and kid waiting at home."

Watching Tristan’s steady figure disappearing out the door, Charles could only shake his head and smile wryly.

Dreamscape Manor.

Tristan stepped into the room just as Megan Shaw emerged from the bathroom, having just taken a steamy bath. Her hair was still damp, and her face carried a faint flush from the heat.

Worried she might catch a chill, he rubbed his hands together before wrapping her in a warm hug. "You feeling okay?"

"Mostly. Just... cold toes."

He swept her off her feet and gently placed her on the bed. "The Boss wanted me to take his job."

Megan never doubted Tristan’s capabilities. "What’d you tell him?"

"I told him I’m into beauty, not power."

Hearing that, Megan couldn’t help but grin. "Smooth talker, huh?"

"Always," he said, leaning in closer. "Don’t believe me? Try for yourself."

She tugged on his collar, bringing him down to her level, and pressed her lips to his. "Not bad. Got flavor." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Tristan pulled her into his arms. "You realize how dangerous tonight was?"

"I do."

"Don’t go pulling something reckless like that again."

Megan nestled against his chest like a kitten, soaking in the faint scent of tobacco on him. "Wherever you go, I go."

"I just want you safe."

"And I want the same for you." Megan looked up at him.

He rested his chin gently on her hair. "Try to get some sleep. We’ve got an early morning. It’s Bernard’s funeral."

She sighed softly. "Never thought it would end this way... Tristan, are you still angry with him?"

Tristan stared blankly ahead, his eyes distant. "When greed takes over, somebody’s bound to fall. That was his fate. I never wanted him to pay with his life... but living with that guilt—it’s punishment enough. I did blame him—for robbing you of twenty years of love that should’ve been yours. But now? It doesn’t even matter anymore. Megan, we worked too damn hard for this life. I won’t let anything hurt you again. I’ll protect you with everything I’ve got."

Megan clung to him tightly. "I know. Thank you, Tristan."

Outside, snow drifted down quietly again. But eventually, spring would melt everything away and reveal what had once been hidden. Like buried wrongs, the truth always comes to light—evil never wins out, and the sun always rises.

The next morning, at Jiangcheng Funeral Home.

Bernard Shaw’s funeral was kept simple. Only the Shaws, the Reids, and the Lewises came to say goodbye.

Given he fell to his death, his face was badly disfigured. To spare his family further pain, a white cloth covered his body the whole time.

Megan stood silently, tears streaming down as she stared at the still form before her.

She whispered, "Grandpa..."

Tristan held her close. "Don’t cry, Megan. Maybe this was his release."

Chloe Shaw wiped her tears. "He’s right. Grandpa was haunted by guilt every single day. Maybe now... he’s finally at peace."

Kevin Ward handed Megan a tissue. "The dead are gone. It’s the living who have to carry on and live well, so they can rest peacefully."

As the host offered solemn words of farewell, the attendees bowed three times in respect—only to be interrupted by someone’s sudden arrival, cutting through the heavy atmosphere like a blade.