The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 242 Midnight Movie and Hidden Agendas
Since the movie was airing at midnight, everyone who’d already said goodnight regrouped in the lobby around 11:20 p.m.
Michelle grabbed Megan and Emily by the hands and asked, "You guys sleepy?"
"I took a nap earlier, so I’m good," Megan replied, glancing at Emily. "How about you?"
Emily shook her head. "Still hanging in there."
Brandon Lewis adjusted her scarf with a frown. "You should be resting, not running around like this."
That was just how Brandon was—blunt and always shooting from the hip. Likes and dislikes, he made no effort to hide either.
Michelle looked a bit guilty. "Sorry, I didn’t think it through."
Jason pulled her into his arms. "It’s okay. Don’t mind Brandon. He’s just worried. Emily’s pregnant, so he’s a little on edge."
Tristan looked at Samuel. "Oliver’s not coming?"
Samuel shrugged. "Probably knocked out cold, dreaming of springtime or something. Let him enjoy it."
Just then, Oliver Lewis came down the stairs with a stormy face, slinging a black cashmere coat over his arm.
"You talking nonsense again?"
Samuel scratched his head. "I’ll go get the car ready. Haha..."
Each couple took their own car—Tristan and Megan, Jason and Michelle, Brandon and Emily. Samuel rolled down the passenger-side window and called out to Oliver, who was alone: "Wanna pair up with me tonight?"
Oliver straightened his collar and walked off toward his own car, letting out a cold snort.
Samuel clicked his tongue and drove off.
Five cars lined up in front of the cinema. Even with hats and masks on, their tall builds still drew attention.
Jason and Michelle really covered up. They had to—being spotted by fans could instantly blow up their relationship online.
It wasn’t that Jason didn’t want to go public, he was just afraid Michelle would end up getting attacked by overzealous fans.
He wrapped his arm around her, hurrying her into Theater 3.
The others followed right after.
Soon, the theater was packed. People had popcorn, chips—all ready to dive into the New Year’s flick.
The lights dimmed, and the film began. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
From where she sat, Megan could spot Jason and Michelle up front, holding hands and looking all lovey-dovey.
Even with the masks, you could tell they were happy—their smiling eyes gave them away.
After watching the security footage from earlier tonight, Megan couldn’t help feeling a little suspicious of Michelle.
She knew to be careful now—but what about everyone else?
Especially Emily. She was kind and open-hearted, with zero filter. If she found out what was going on, who knew what she’d accidentally spill?
So this was something she’d have to rely on Brandon to handle.
When the movie ended, Megan had no clue what it had even been about—she’d spaced out the whole time.
They were the last ones to leave after the crowd had cleared.
Emily wiped away some tears. "That movie was so emotional. I didn’t really care for the female lead, but I loved the bold, loyal second female character. When Michelle’s character Bettina got shot by Jason’s character at the end... man, that hurt."
Brandon gently brushed the tears from her cheeks with his thumb. "Movies are all fake. No point getting so worked up. You’re pregnant now, so keep your mood up, okay? Next time we’re sticking to comedies."Jason shot him a glare. "Hey, we worked hard to pull that off. Cut us some slack, will you? I really don’t get what Emily sees in you sometimes."
Michelle mumbled under her breath, "Brandon’s pretty straightforward, and Emily’s more introverted. They kinda balance each other out. Makes sense."
Jason wrapped an arm around her waist as they walked out. "Well, we’re the perfect match too. Like, made for each other."
Tristan let out a low chuckle. "Looks like Jason’s completely smitten."
Megan stared at the clingy couple ahead of them, silent for a long time, her gaze lingering.
Later that night, Megan had trouble sleeping. She stared through the small gap in the curtains, watching as the pitch-black sky slowly turned pale with dawn’s first light.
Michelle’s odd behavior the night before nagged at her. What exactly was she looking for downstairs?
The first floor had the study, dining room, and kitchen... and wait—the prayer room.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp glint flashing at the corner.
Tristan wrapped his arm tighter around her. "Can’t sleep?"
She gave a soft "mm," then turned, resting her head on his solid chest. "I think Michelle was trying to go to the prayer room."
He gave a quiet laugh. "What do I do with my smart little Megan, always figuring things out? So, what now?"
She looked up at him. "We need to keep her here, see what she’s really up to."
Tristan gently patted her back, his chin resting on her hair. "If our kid ends up half as sharp as you, I’d be over the moon. Just take it easy during the day. Get some rest now, okay? It’s not good for the baby."
With her eyes closed, Megan slowly drifted off.
By the time she woke again, it was almost 9 a.m. The spot next to her was cold—Tristan had been up a while.
She reached out with her pale hand, touching the cool sheet, then yawned and grabbed her phone from the nightstand to call him.
He picked up. "Give me five minutes."
Before she could say anything, he’d already hung up. Megan raised a brow. What was he up to?
Five minutes later, the door opened. Tristan walked in holding a tray with a steaming bowl on it.
He set it down on the nightstand, picked up the bowl and sat at the edge of the bed. "Here, give this a try—made it myself."
Megan sat up and leaned against the headboard, arching a brow. "You being unusually sweet this morning... What did you do wrong?"
Tristan scooped up a spoonful, blew on it gently. "Taste it first. See if it’s sweet enough."
She took the spoon without protest. The porridge was rich in flavor—the bitterness of lotus seed balanced out nicely by the sweetness overall.
"Good?"
She nodded. "Not bad at all. But seriously, you woke up early just to cook for me?"
"What else do you think?"
"I thought maybe you secretly wanted to make Mrs. Hall your second wife."
He laughed. "You little rascal. I got up and saw Michelle heading into the kitchen. Didn’t feel good about it so I followed her in. She said she was making porridge for everyone, but I didn’t trust that, so I did it myself."
"If we’re this cautious every day, don’t you think Michelle will start catching on?"
Tristan blew on another spoonful and brought it to her lips. "You’re my priority. The rest doesn’t matter."
"I already talked to Brandon about it. We agreed to take turns making breakfast—one day each."
"What about lunch and dinner?"
He placed the empty bowl back on the tray and dabbed at her lips with a napkin. "Zeta Prime’s got the rest covered."
