The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 264 I’ll still love her

A pair of polished leather shoes moved swiftly across the red carpet, echoing through a dim hallway before stopping in front of a dark burgundy door.

"Sir."

"Come in."

The man stepped inside, dressed sharply in a suit, bowing respectfully. "Sir, there are tens of thousands protesting outside the Parliament building. They’re waving banners and shouting slogans."

Charles’s eyes were cold and sharp. "How many times do I have to tell you what to do?"

The man said carefully, "Sir, it’s different this time. The crowd is huge. If we send in the SWAT teams, it could spark a full-blown riot."

Charles took a deep breath, suppressing a painful cough. "Violence for violence. If no one dies, they won’t take it seriously. People are born to obey. Do it."

"Yes, sir."

As the man left, Charles suddenly clutched his chest, his face contorting with agony. Sweat rolled down from his forehead, his lips pale and tight.

A knock came quicker, more urgent. Charles’s voice turned sharp and irritated. "Get in!"

The man stumbled back in, clearly shaken. "Sir, it’s bad—real bad. There’s a full-on riot out there."

"They’re just regular folks. If they die, they die. Why panic?" Charles leaned into his chair, his hand still pressed to his chest.

"It’s not that, sir—there are thousands of robots out there! Fully armed, thinking for themselves!"

Charles’s eyes widened in shock. He gritted out, "That bastard Tristan!"

"Sir, the media’s already picked it up. They’re painting you as a butcher and calling Reid the savior."

Charles slammed his fist on the desk with such force that blood burst from his mouth. "Crush them. I don’t care how many die. Everyone needs to see how dangerous these machines are. Let them know who the real threat is."

The man nodded and left, though inside he thought the man had lost his mind. This kind of crackdown might blow everything up.

As long as people hated machines, there’d be someone like Charles stomping on lives like ants.

Orders were orders. He was just the messenger.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed in front of him, and he almost walked straight into it. His face went pale as he looked up.

Past him, the guards had all been neutralized by the robotic units.

Tristan stood tall, with an aloof, unapproachable air. His eyes were icy, posture straight, and he had that untouchable vibe about him. A mocking smirk curled on his lips. "So, no one dies, no solution?"

The man lowered his head. "I just pass on messages."

"Charles’s lost the trust of the people. A man like him has no business ruling any nation," Tristan said as he strode down the hall. "This ends now."

Charles heard the steady approach of boots from outside and broke out in cold sweats.

The door burst open—next second, a glowing green syringe jammed into his neck.

A robot locked onto the man who dropped the syringe. "Traitor. Hands where I can see them!"

Charles let out a manic laugh, wild and unhinged. "Traitor? I’m the leader of this nation! You—Tristan—you’re the one who turned your back on it!"

His eyes skipped past the robot and landed on the man in the cashmere coat. "You betrayed me!"

Tristan scoffed. "Good and evil were never on the same side. You’ve always stood on the wrong one. There’s no betrayal in that."Charles’s pupils suddenly dilated, his entire eyes turning pitch black. The veins on his face and neck darkened like ink spreading through water, and his whole body twisted in agony.

Tristan squinted slightly, raised his silver revolver, and fired straight at Charles’s forehead. The bullet exited through the back of his skull, blood splattering across the glass cabinet behind him.

Charles dropped back stiffly, slamming into the bookshelf before sliding to the floor.

Tristan calmly tucked the gun into his pocket and pulled out a sleek saber hilt.

His long black wool coat flared open, revealing tailored black slacks beneath. He stepped forward with cold determination in his eyes, heading straight for the body.

Lighting a cigarette, he stood above the corpse, staring down. When the fingers on the body twitched, he glanced at his watch and smirked. "Half an hour faster than Nathaniel. Looks like the serum’s getting an upgrade."

As the body began to lift an arm, Tristan’s smile turned oddly amused. He tapped his thumb against the hilt, unleashing an orange laser blade.

Without hesitation, he sliced off the arm. When the other arm began to shake too, he chuckled and cut that one off as well.

He stepped back just as the "corpse" suddenly opened its eyes. Realizing both arms were gone, Charles let out a beast-like roar full of rage.

He sprang up and darted toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. "Tristan! You pushed that riot to the edge on purpose, knowing I’d have to suppress it. Then you had the perfect excuse to take me out, claiming you were protecting the people. You even guessed I’d use the serum, so you chopped my arms off?"

Tristan stubbed out his smoke with no hint of denial.

Charles let out a crazed laugh. Slowly, new, blood-red arms began growing from his shoulders.

"Didn’t see that coming, huh? The serum’s been enhanced again. I’m immortal now! That idiot Nathaniel actually thought he could replace me? I should thank you for taking out that scapegoat. Tristan, I’m finally kicking off my global reign. And everything you care about? I’ll burn it all to the ground!"

Tristan lunged forward, aiming his laser sword at the monstrous man near the window, but Charles moved lightning-fast, smashing through the window just as a helicopter hovered into place.

With his newly regenerated arms extended, Charles shouted back, "I’ll destroy everything you love!"

Tristan clenched his fist. If not for needing to locate Charles’s serum lab, he would’ve finished him on the spot.

Watching the helicopter vanish into the night sky, Tristan doubled over coughing violently. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth—he wiped it away with the back of his hand. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Looking to the AI beside him, he ordered, "Play the recording to the public."

A chirpy female voice replied, "On it, boss!"

Tristan pulled out a micro-computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he stared at the flickering orange signal with a sneer.

"The program’s live. Linking to the master system. Delta12, issue top-level tracking protocol for Charles."

"Yes, boss."

"Nice work, Delta12. You’ve earned a top-tier boyfriend prize—Zeta Prime."

Delta12’s eye-screen flashed with heart emojis. "Yay! Delta12 has a dreamy boyfriend now! What about yours, boss?"

Tristan looked out the shattered window, eyes unfocused, voice barely above a whisper. "She lives in my heart. Even if I cross into another world, I’ll still love her."