The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 158 Master, You Look Insanely Cool

When Amelia got back to the Emerald Cove, she just collapsed onto the floor.

She couldn’t shake the image of the masked man holding that little bottle with the creepy bug inside.

A maid rushed over, worried. "Miss, are you alright?"

Amelia grabbed the maid’s arm, stood up shakily, and headed upstairs.

She sat in front of her vanity, pulled the small bottle with the black insect out of her purse, and set it down. Rubbing her temples, she took a deep breath. She’d promised the masked guy that she’d drug Tristan with the sorcery worm within two months.

Yeah, it was a stalling tactic—but if she didn’t follow through, that thing would end up crawling inside her instead.

She dropped her head onto the vanity, fists clenched tight. Why couldn’t Megan just disappear from her life? Why was she always fighting her for the Lewis family’s legacy?

Suddenly, her phone rang, making her jump.

She glanced at the unfamiliar number and hesitated. "Hello? Who’s this?"

"Already forgot me? We just met," a man replied, his tone lazy and smooth—totally different from the cold, threatening vibe he had earlier.

Amelia could barely stop herself from throwing the phone across the room. She forced her voice calm. "What now, boss?"

The man’s voice dropped, a small amused laugh slipping out. "Almost forgot to tell you. The person who ran over Mrs. Shaw? That was your dear biological father—Marcus Ford."

Amelia’s breath hitched. Her ears buzzed.

Biological father?

This guy was blackmailing her again.

"He’s probably heading for death row. Don’t you wanna meet him before that?"

Amelia’s hand tightened around her phone, sweat collecting quickly on her forehead. "No. I don’t care. He’s a stranger to me."

"Wow, harsh," the man chuckled. "Fine, skip the reunion with Daddy. What about Mommy? Tick tock, Amelia. Two months. Do it, or even if you don’t wanna see your mom, you’ll have to."

The line cut off. Amelia sat frozen, eyes blank.

She couldn’t let the Lewis family find out her parents were still alive—especially not that her father had killed Megan’s mother. If they did, would they think everything was part of her plan?

Guess she had no choice but to go through with dosing Tristan.

Meanwhile, Tristan’s private jet touched down in Solencia Country.

As the cabin door opened, Tristan walked out, cold and composed. A man in a navy trench coat came up to greet him and gave a respectful nod. "Sir."

Tristan gave a small nod back. "Straight to the site."

The man blinked. "Sir, you’ve just been on a seven-hour flight. Shouldn’t you rest first?"

Tristan didn’t answer, just headed toward the nearby Maybach.

Cameron gave the man an icy side glance. "Eagle, cut the chatter."

"Hey! Wait for Zeta Prime!" A robot came jogging toward them with a suitcase in hand.

Eagle Hunter groaned. "That thing’s getting more ridiculous every day."

Zeta Prime flopped the heavy case straight into Eagle’s arms. "Carrying this was hard work, why didn’t you help me, huh?"

Eagle let out a dry laugh. Dumb? Nah. Zeta Prime was just getting sneakier.

Eagle drove Tristan and Cameron down the highway for two hours, turned onto an intercontinental route, weaved through curvy mountain roads, and finally entered a dense forest.Their destination was tucked deep in a forest surrounded by mountains. All signals were blocked in that area, which meant even the military had no clue this hidden base existed.

As the car rolled to a stop in front of a simple two-story white building, he stepped out and strode in without pause, heading up to a room on the east side of the second floor.

He slipped off his trench coat and pulled a human-skin mask from the drawer, pressing it carefully onto his face in front of the mirror.

Soon, a plain and unremarkable face stared back at him.

He turned around and pressed a switch hidden under a porcelain vase. With a mechanical click, a section of the wall rotated to reveal a full display of firearms.

He put on a bulletproof vest, grabbed four handguns—two in his coat pockets, two tucked at his waist—then threw the trench coat back on.

Before heading out, he opened a safe and took out a sheathed sword, slipping it into an inner pocket of his coat lining.

As he stepped out the door, Cameron was already waiting beside the vehicle, also wearing a human-skin mask.

Without a word, Cameron opened the car door for him. Tristan slid into the back seat.

Zeta Prime let out its signature cackle. "Master, you look insanely cool! You even brought a laser sword! Is that for me?"

Tristan shot it a sidelong glance, and it immediately fell silent.

Cameron climbed into the driver’s seat, Eagle Hunter took the wheel, and a convoy of ten armored Land Rovers followed close behind.

By dusk, they reached the edge where the slums met the rich district.

Beyond this line was a zone teeming with crime, drugs, and underground trades. Many from the slums dreamed of crossing it, but few dared—doing so meant risking sniper fire.

As the car doors opened, Cameron got out first, then opened the rear door. Tristan stepped out, followed by Zeta Prime.

Zeta Prime gave Cameron a metallic pat on the shoulder. "Thanks for the assist, Ice Cam."

Cameron sighed—not every day you get roasted by a robot.

"Zeta Prime."

Tristan’s low voice sounded, and the robot stepped forward, bowing slightly. "Yes, Master."

Staring at the fence lined with barbed wire, Tristan nodded. "You’re up."

Zeta Prime extended its arm, and a thin beam of blue light shot from its index finger, carving a human-sized opening right through the wire.

It stepped through, facing a row of thugs all sporting dreadlocks.

Crude insults flew from their mouths as they raised their handguns and fired. The bullets clinked off the robot’s alloy frame.

Zeta Prime paused, glancing back at the man lighting a cigarette behind him.

Damn.

Its master was just... ridiculously handsome.

Zeta Prime raised both arms, and from its middle fingers burst bolts of electricity, the high-voltage current sparking like lightning as it swept through the crowd.

Within seconds, they’d all collapsed in a heap.

Its feet whirred and transformed into wheels, propelling it straight toward a nightclub marked with a giant "P."

Just short of the entrance, a small army of burly men with submachine guns came rushing out, opening fire.

Zeta Prime cackled, "Oh please, you little amateurs don’t stand a chance."

A fresh burst of lightning left the crowd twitching on the floor.

Watching from outside the border, Cameron was amazed. "Boss, Zeta Prime’s got this all by itself!"

Tristan’s lips twitched upward. "That high-voltage attack can knock down nearly a hundred targets—but you only get two shots before it’s spent. That fool just wasted one."

That very fool, Zeta Prime, turned to grin and let out another eerie cackle—just as a bullet clanged harmlessly off its metal head with a sharp ping.