The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 207 To Burn the Nest

Charles Cooper let out a hearty laugh. "Tristan, you’ve always been the kind to act and speak your mind. I knew I wasn’t wrong about you. I’m getting old, maybe it’s time I help you move up."

Tristan dropped the cue into the ball bucket. "You already know I’m not into politics. Stressful, low yield—doesn’t sound like a great deal to me. Better you keep grooming someone else."

Charles turned serious. "Your wife’s pregnant, yeah? I’ve been keeping tabs. Never thought Nathaniel would pull something like that. Guess we pushed him too far, and now little by little, he’s showing his true face. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the Reid and Shaw families are protected."

"No need," Tristan replied, calm but firm. "I’ve got them. Making a move like that could tip him off."

Charles paused, considering. "So, what are you planning?"

"I already took out his military base. Next up is the parasite lair. If I don’t destroy it, Lorchester’s going to be a graveyard."

Charles nodded slowly. "Those bugs are silent killers. Sometimes scarier than war."

Tristan’s eyes flicked to the black Bentley outside the window. "When my jets show up over Lorchester, just let them be. If you try to stop them, don’t attack. Nathaniel’s here, and I need to go."

Charles gave him a slight nod. "Alright. It’s all in your hands. On behalf of Verduria’s people, thank you, Tristan."

Tristan gave a quick smirk and walked off.

Just then, Nathaniel Cooper walked in to find only Charles practicing his golf swing.

"Big brother, did someone drop by earlier?"

Charles chuckled. "Nope, you’re my first guest today."

Nathaniel laughed. "Looks like you’re set on winning. I bet all the major family votes are already in your pocket."

Charles sunk his shot, then glanced up. "And I’m sure you’ve gathered a fair number yourself."

"Come on, don’t say that. I’ve always been on your side. We’re Coopers—we don’t back outsiders," Nathaniel replied smoothly.

Charles smiled slightly. "That’s just what I heard... that you’re the one behind Tyson Lampkin."

Nathaniel shrugged casually. "Just gossip. The opposition would love to split us up—for them, it’s just a tactic."

"Well then, as long as whoever wins does right by the people and the country, that’s what matters."

They didn’t speak more than that. The brotherly act had run its course. Nathaniel found an excuse to leave.

Charles stood by the window, watching Nathaniel’s car vanish. His smile faded.

Seeing his own brother turn into an opponent over power—that was what really broke him inside.

If Nathaniel had been an honorable man, someone capable of leading with a bigger vision, Charles wouldn’t have hesitated to back him.

Meanwhile, Tristan drove straight to the Sky Lounge.

He sat in a private room, sipping tea.

Not long after, the door opened—it was Karl. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Karl took off his thick black fur coat, unwrapped his scarf and removed his gloves before taking a seat. "One pot of jasmine tea for me."

Tristan lifted an eyelid, then told Cameron to take care of it.

The server soon brought over jasmine tea and poured his cup.

Karl took a small sip. "Mm... jasmine hits different. Good stuff."

Tristan laughed quietly and picked up his own cup of Iron Goddess.

"What’s so funny?" Karl raised an eyebrow.

"Looks like jasmine’s finally won you over."

Karl shot him a sideways glance. "And that’s your business how?""Fair point." Tristan went from chuckling to full-on laughing.

"Karl, what the hell are you laughing at?"

Setting his teacup down, Tristan looked way too pleased with himself. "Tell me something, Karl, have you ditched red wine lately and switched to jasmine tea?"

Karl frowned. "Wait, do you have someone spying on me?"

"Come on, give me some credit. I’ve just got a knack for reading you like an open book."

"Yeah, right. You’re full of it."

Tristan downed his tea with a smug look. "Funny thing is, Megan absolutely hates jasmine."

Karl, mid-sip, choked and sprayed tea everywhere. This guy was unbelievable.

Only someone as annoying as Tristan could come up with something this absurd.

Karl slammed the cup back onto the table. He’d thought Megan liked jasmine, so he’d given it a go. Ended up loving the subtle floral taste. But now that Tristan dropped that bombshell, the tea suddenly tasted off.

Not amused, he muttered, "So you called me over just to tell me that? Got too much free time, huh?"

Tristan poured a new cup, this time with Tieguanyin, and handed it over. "Try this. Way better."

Karl raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Let me guess—Megan’s favorite again?"

"Nope." Tristan replied slowly, "That one’s mine."

Karl sighed, rubbing his temples. "Get to the point already. Quit beating around the bush."

Tristan looked way too happy with himself. "Planning a night op to hit the sorcery worm base in Lorchester. Fighter jets will flatten the whole place."

"You don’t waste time, do you?"

"That’s just how I roll. Quick and efficient... well, except in bed."

Karl nearly choked on his tea again and shot him a glare. "Starting to question why you even called me here."

Tristan refilled his cup, casually asking, "So, how do we clean up the bugs that slip through? They’re tiny. Can’t catch ’em all."

Karl mulled it over, then slid off his watch, revealing a red mark on his wrist.

A moment later, a silver sorcery worm crawled out from the spot.

"This is the King sorcery worm. It lures in the others. Any that escape will be drawn to it. We can wipe them out in one go."

He paused. "So we’re doing it tonight?"

Tristan looked over. "That a problem? Do you need to be there yourself?"

Karl quickly did the math. "It’s tight, but I can manage. But launching missiles by plane—won’t that trigger anti-air defenses?"

Tristan took a calm sip of his tea. "Already handled everything. Just waiting on your part."

Karl took a deep breath. "You really don’t do things halfway, huh. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were aiming for a political career."

"It’s called loving your country."

Karl snorted. "Could’ve fooled me."

"Not everything’s visible to the naked eye," Tristan said lazily. "When a country’s in chaos, its people suffer. I’ve got folks to protect. I won’t let them get caught in the crossfire. I want peace, not destruction."

Karl gave him a long look. "Didn’t expect that from you. Looks like I underestimated you."

"Most people do. That’s on their dog brains, not mine."

Karl: "......"

Tristan topped off his cup and lifted it. "No wine, so tea will do. Here’s to your safe return."

Karl touched his cup to Tristan’s. "If I make it back, think you’ll grant me a favor?"