The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 80 Jasonโs Fans Came to Stir Up Trouble
Rachel couldnโt hold it in and burst out laughing. ๐๐ฃ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ง๐๐.๐๐๐บ
The girl with dreadlocks, often nicknamed "Pirate of the Caribbean," looked beyond insulted. Twisting her face up, she snapped, "Whoโre you calling that?"
Rachel shot back, "Obviously you! Who else answered if it wasnโt you?"
"Youโ!"
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 youโd be the one getting all the hate today?"
For a second, everyone around just froze.
The girl gave a cold huff. "Doesnโt matter. Our idol got hurt โcause of you. Ever since you came back to school, everythingโs gone downhill. So many people punished, so many problemsโ 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 Meganโs 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 girlโs eyes went wide. "What the hell is that thing?!"
Nova Tech chirped in a babyish voice, "What the heck, Iโm 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 shellsโ 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, "Whatโs your name?"
"Good deeds donโt 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, Jasonโs agent, Julius, and a film crew including the director and actors rushed over.
Everyone started handing out wet wipes.
Director David Fordโone of the top directors in the countryโtook one look at Jason covered in egg mess and shouted at the fans, "This is how you guys act? Youโre not fans, youโre just haters in disguise!"Jason took a deep breath. "If any one of you had been attacked yesterday, I wouldโve 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?"
"Sheโs married, isnโt she? Did she seduce you?"
"Youโre supposed to belong to us, Jason! You canโt like anyone else!"
That was it. Megan shoved her bag into Rachelโs arms and strode right past the stink-covered Jason, heading straight for the fans opposite them.
"So what youโre mad about isnโt him liking *me*, youโre mad that he might like *anyone* who isnโt you?"
"You call yourselves loyal fans, but what youโre 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 noseโfilled. Eyesโsurgically opened. Lips injected. Jaw shaved."
Then, with brutal emphasis, she poked hard at the girlโs clearly enhanced chest. "And these? Totally fake."
"Iโm not against plastic surgery, really. But you? A walking silicone doll trying to claim Jason as yours? Seriously?"
Meganโs voice was sharp and crystal clear. "Where do you get the nerve?"
The girlโs 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 girlโs own hand.
"Ugh! My hand reeks!" the girl shrieked, horror in her eyes.
Megan didnโt flinch. She grabbed the plastic bag and flipped it over right onto the girlโs head.
Slimy, smelly egg gunk dripped down along with shards of shell.
The braided girl lunged at her, screaming.
Meganโs 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 weโre not done here."
The girl curled up on the ground, clutching her belly and wincing. "Everyone, get herโshe canโt 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 girlโs 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."
Thatโs when a crisp *splat* echoed from the crowd.
Everyone turned. Some of the fans had reluctantly started breaking eggs on their own headsโslow, miserable, but obedient.
They looked like a bunch of walking sunflowers.
Only then did Megan back off. With a slight wave, she said, "Letโs not make this a habit, yeah?"
She walked up to Jason. "Thatโs 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 momentโ
They clenched into fists... and walked away.
