The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 222 My Boyfriend’s Here

Cameron Brooks frowned the moment he saw Megan Shaw’s name flash on the screen.

His eyes drifted to the couple flirting by the riverside. How the hell was he supposed to explain that? Lie? Cheat a pregnant woman out of the truth? Just thinking about it made him curse under his breath, "What a damn pair..."

Still, he picked up the call. "Ma’am."

"Hey, Little Piggy Brooks, where are you guys?" Megan’s teasing tone made it clear she was in a decent mood, and he definitely didn’t want to ruin that. He forced a chuckle, "Ma’am, Mr. Reid’s still at the dinner meet."

"Oh? Weird, because I hear a lot of wind. Don’t tell me he’s out there socializing in a blizzard?"

Cameron stiffened. How’d she guess so accurately? He fumbled with a laugh, "No way, I just had too much to drink, needed to cool off a bit... Ma’am, did you try calling Mr. Reid?" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Yeah, he’s not picking up. That’s why I called you instead. Wouldn’t be that he’s strolling under the moonlight with his assistant while you cover for him, huh?"

His heart sank. Could she see through walls now?

He looked up at the stars and sniffled cold air through his nose, "Ma’am, you should get some rest. It’s good for both you and the baby."

"Little Piggy Brooks, if someday Tristan cheats on me, I want you to tell me straight away. I need to walk away clean—I don’t want my kid to have a deadbeat dad."

Her choked-up voice twisted something in his chest. "Ma’am..."

"Yeah?"

He swallowed his sigh, words twisting inside his mouth before they came out, "Just try to rest early, alright?"

"Okay."

Hearing her reply, so soft and drained, made him glance once more toward the riverside. He spat out more curses under his breath.

Cameron had worked for Tristan Reid for years and never thought he was the kind to chase every skirt. Especially after Megan’s kidnapping months ago—he’d watched the man waste away in grief, and it had been gut-wrenching.

How could someone so ready to die for love now seem unable to handle loneliness?

It made no sense, and yet, his eyes weren’t lying. This was the second woman Tristan seemed to care about.

And it wasn’t subtle—gifts, rides, moonlit strolls. The guy was in deep.

Cameron exhaled sharply, the cloud of white breath rising to blur the sight of the couple still laughing not far away.

He kept puffing out cold air, maybe hoping that if he couldn’t see it clearly, it wouldn’t feel so damn real. Tristan and Megan’s picture-perfect love had been his compass in relationships—but now? Now he was lost. Maybe it was better not to see so much.

Climbing into the car, he turned on the music and belted the lyrics, "Breathe in, breathe out, come on, breathe—"

He was just getting into “Burning my calories” when the back door suddenly swung open.

Spinning around, he saw Tristan staring at him like he’d lost his damn mind. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Uh... singing. Workout songs."

"Get in—we’re heading back."

"Got it." Cameron glanced at the rearview mirror and caught Liliana Martin’s bashful look. Something about that vibe screamed trouble.

And sure enough, once they reached the hotel.

He watched them both get out and walk inside casually. Seemed normal—they were staying on the same floor after all.

But deep down, something felt seriously off. He couldn’t just let it go.

So, after parking, he hurried after them. And just as the elevator doors were about to close, he darted forward and shoved his arm in, willing to risk getting pinched just to stop them.He flashed his overly white teeth with a grin. "Mr. Reid."

Tristan Reid’s face turned to ice. "Get out."

Cameron Brooks stiffened, instinctively stepping back as the elevator doors shut. The look in Tristan’s eyes—cold, sharp, dangerous—said it all.

What did it mean? He didn’t need to ask.

He rushed to the other elevator, jabbing the button for the 16th floor while muttering under his breath, "Come on, come on..."

As soon as the doors slid open, he burst out—just in time to see those two heading into the same room.

Crap. This is seriously bad.

His phone buzzed. He glanced down.

“Megan.”

He hesitated, then picked up after the fifth ring, his voice slightly shaky. “Ma’am...”

“What’s wrong? No tip-offs this time, huh? Are they back at the hotel now?”

Cameron: “......”

“You’re quiet. So, can’t reach Tristan? Don’t tell me... he’s in the same room with his assistant?”

That sentence made sweat bead on Cameron’s back.

Why is it that the guilty parties always act like nothing happened, and I’m the one freaking out even though I didn’t do anything wrong?

“Ma’am... why are you still up this late?”

Megan laughed. “To catch a good show, obviously! Come to room 1611, Peppa Pig.”

Cameron glanced at the room next to the one Tristan had just entered and quickly made his way over.

As he reached the door, it suddenly cracked open. A small head peeked out. “Peppa Pig!”

Cameron blinked. “Ma’am?”

She yanked him inside by the collar.

“Ma’am? What are you doing here?”

Megan sat on the couch munching on nuts. “Came to enjoy the drama.”

“You’re spying on Mr. Reid?”

She just smirked and tilted her head, motioning toward the seat next to her with a tap on the cushion.

Cameron frowned. “I can’t betray Mr. Reid. Besides, you’re pregnant.”

Megan burst out laughing, then covered her mouth. “What the heck are you thinking? I called you here to watch the footage!”

Cameron let out a dry laugh and hurried over. On the screen was a room identical in layout, where a woman was holding up some sexy lingerie on the bed. She started stripping and putting it on.

Megan smacked his hand away when he instinctively tried to cover his eyes. “Don’t be dumb. You’re already watching it—what’s the point in turning away now? If we’re gonna watch, might as well get the full experience.”

“You can actually handle watching this?”

Megan cracked a walnut. “Why not? When else am I gonna watch this level of entertainment? Oh, look, he’s coming out!”

Cameron twitched. By "coming out," she meant the man stepping from the bathroom, only wrapped in a towel.

He walked over, touched the woman’s body gently, and leaned in to kiss her.

Cameron pointed at the screen, then turned to Megan, who was grinning like she was at the movies. “You’ve got some guts, I’ll give you that.”

Megan gave a little snort. “What, am I supposed to throw a tantrum and lose my mind or something?”

“Well, it’s not what I pictured. I thought you’d...”

“Break down? Sobbing and screaming? That’s not how modern women roll.”

Cameron looked again at the hot-and-heavy scene playing out on the screen, bile rising in his throat. “Ma’am, I didn’t want to keep this from you. I just... didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know, I know. Now hush up and keep watching.”

Cameron: "......"

There was a soft knock at the door.

Megan shot him a teasing glance. “Go open it. My boyfriend’s here.”

Cameron: "......"