The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 80 Jason’s Fans Came to Stir Up Trouble

Chapter 80: Chapter 80 Jason’s Fans Came to Stir Up Trouble

Rachel couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The girl with dreadlocks, often nicknamed "Pirate of the Caribbean," looked beyond insulted. Twisting her face up, she snapped, "Who’re you calling that?"

Rachel shot back, "Obviously you! Who else answered if it wasn’t you?"

"You—!"

Watching the dreadlock girl turn red and puff up with anger, Megan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "If Jason had saved you yesterday, do you think you’d be the one getting all the hate today?"

For a second, everyone around just froze.

The girl gave a cold huff. "Doesn’t matter. Our idol got hurt ’cause of you. Ever since you came back to school, everything’s gone downhill. So many people punished, so many problems— all thanks to you. Just leave Meridian University!"

"Yeah, get lost!"

"Go away!"

...

Amid the chorus of insults, the dreadlock girl looked triumphant.

Then, in one slick move, she reached into a plastic bag and hurled something at Megan.

At the same moment, a small robot dog shot out from a side pocket of Megan’s backpack.

Its eyes flashed blue beams, and whatever was flying at her shattered mid-air.

Burnt rotten egg stink filled the air. It was awful.

The dreadlocked girl’s eyes went wide. "What the hell is that thing?!"

Nova Tech chirped in a babyish voice, "What the heck, I’m Nova!"

Rachel went, "So freaking cute!"

Megan gave a speechless stare. Where did the dog learn that kind of language?

The pirate girl backed off a step, then yelled to the crowd, "Attack!"

In a flash, more rotten eggs were flung toward Megan like storm clouds rolling in.

Out of nowhere, a tall figure stepped in front of her.

Another got shoved near Rachel.

Thuds echoed as eggs hit both of them.

Megan looked up, stunned, at the figure shielding her. The guy slowly turned, egg goo dripping down his face and hair, yellow yolk, broken shells— a total mess.

He wiped his face clean enough to reveal a shockingly attractive, pale face beneath all that stink. His voice was calm and smooth, "You okay?"

Megan blinked. "Ja-Jason?"

She glanced at the buzzcut guy next to Rachel, also covered in egg goo, trying to figure out who he was. "And... you are?"

The man barely dared breathe. "Just a Good Samaritan."

Megan squinted suspiciously at him. He took off.

Rachel yelled, "What’s your name?"

"Good deeds don’t need credit!" the dude shouted as he bolted down the campus path and disappeared.

Then another egg came flying from the fan crowd and smacked Jason right on the side of his head.

His eyes darkened.

Turning back to face the crowd, his voice held obvious anger. "I already said on Weibo yesterday, this had nothing to do with Megan . So why are you still harassing her?"

The dreadlock girl started crying, "Jason, why are you sticking up for her?! You like her or something?!"

Just then, Jason’s agent, Julius, and a film crew including the director and actors rushed over.

Everyone started handing out wet wipes.

Director David Ford—one of the top directors in the country—took one look at Jason covered in egg mess and shouted at the fans, "This is how you guys act? You’re not fans, you’re just haters in disguise!"Jason took a deep breath. "If any one of you had been attacked yesterday, I would’ve stepped in just the same. But if saving someone turns them into a new target the very next day, then what does that make me? An accomplice?"

The crowd started buzzing. Someone called out, "Then explain why you gave her that 600 million necklace at the charity auction, huh?"

"She’s married, isn’t she? Did she seduce you?"

"You’re supposed to belong to us, Jason! You can’t like anyone else!"

That was it. Megan shoved her bag into Rachel’s arms and strode right past the stink-covered Jason, heading straight for the fans opposite them.

"So what you’re mad about isn’t him liking *me*, you’re mad that he might like *anyone* who isn’t you?"

"You call yourselves loyal fans, but what you’re doing is pretty much stalking."

She stopped in front of the girl with braided hair, lifted a hand, and jabbed a finger against her face. Coldly, she pointed out, "Forehead and nose—filled. Eyes—surgically opened. Lips injected. Jaw shaved."

Then, with brutal emphasis, she poked hard at the girl’s clearly enhanced chest. "And these? Totally fake."

"I’m not against plastic surgery, really. But you? A walking silicone doll trying to claim Jason as yours? Seriously?"

Megan’s voice was sharp and crystal clear. "Where do you get the nerve?"

The girl’s eyes went wide, not expecting to be called out like that. Furious, she shoved a hand into a plastic bag.

But Megan saw it coming. In an instant, she crushed the egg *through* the bag, squashing it against the girl’s own hand.

"Ugh! My hand reeks!" the girl shrieked, horror in her eyes.

Megan didn’t flinch. She grabbed the plastic bag and flipped it over right onto the girl’s head.

Slimy, smelly egg gunk dripped down along with shards of shell.

The braided girl lunged at her, screaming.

Megan’s gaze turned like ice. Without hesitation, she kicked the girl straight in the stomach.

When she retracted her foot, she calmly brushed nonexistent dust from her pants. "Now, take every last egg out of your bag and smash it on your own head. Or we’re not done here."

The girl curled up on the ground, clutching her belly and wincing. "Everyone, get her—she can’t take us all!"

Megan let out a short, amused snort. "Nova Tech."

Hovering midair, Nova answered, "Command received, pretty lady!"

"Give her a bald upgrade."

Nova zipped forward, tiny blades snapping out, circling the girl’s head in a flash.

Locks of braid hit the ground like falling leaves. What was left looked like a shiny melon cap.

Megan arched an eyebrow. "Anyone else wanna try their luck?"

No one moved.

"Nova. Stand by."

That’s when a crisp *splat* echoed from the crowd.

Everyone turned. Some of the fans had reluctantly started breaking eggs on their own heads—slow, miserable, but obedient.

They looked like a bunch of walking sunflowers.

Only then did Megan back off. With a slight wave, she said, "Let’s not make this a habit, yeah?"

She walked up to Jason. "That’s payback on your behalf, Mr. Superstar. Good enough?"

Jason: "..."

He gave a soft laugh, his eyes flicking toward her shoulder.

He brushed something off gently, discreetly closing his hand around it.

And watching silently from the crowd, a pair of eyes caught that moment—

They clenched into fists... and walked away.