Crossing Lines With His Brother

As Heather pulled Brett into the private room, Chrishell and Jason were being cheered on to drink from the same cup.

Chrishell, with her delicate and seductive appearance, had an air of innocence on the surface, but Heather knew she was far more uninhibited at heart. The sounds she had made in that video could easily drive a man to the brink.

Seeing Brett arrive, Chrishell greeted him sweetly, "Brett, Heather, you're here."

Her soft and gentle voice greeting him seemed to send Brett into a daze.

Most of the people in the room were Jason's friends, who naturally knew that Brett was his older brother.

In recent years, the Vanders had risen rapidly, with Brett at the helm as the new generation's leader, his influence undeniable. The crowd around him was eager to ingratiate themselves, and even Chrishell couldn't hide the admiration in her eyes.

Heather, pretending nothing was amiss, casually sat down across from Jason.

She noticed a painting on the table — a portrait of Chrishell. The skill in the artwork was impressive, undoubtedly Jason's work. He had a notable talent for art and had already secured a position as an instructor at an art academy, with his works fetching high prices on the market.

It was almost laughable to Heather that Jason, aware of his girlfriend's infidelity, could still calmly celebrate her birthday like this.

Glancing past the coffee table and the other guests, Heather leaned forward and asked, "Professor, would you be willing to paint something for me as well? My birthday is coming up soon."

Jason's cold gaze locked on her, silently warning her not to stir up trouble in front of so many people.

When he ignored her, Heather turned her head dramatically and spoke up to Chrishell, "Chrishell, would you ask Jason to paint a portrait for me too? He listens to you the most, doesn't he?"

Chrishell, distracted as she flirted with Brett, absentmindedly replied, "Jason, go ahead and paint one for Heather."

Faced with Chrishell's request, Jason couldn't refuse. Sipping his drink, he didn't protest further.

Heather, undeterred, sent him a message on her phone: "Professor, I want a nude portrait."

Jason casually turned off his phone without even acknowledging it.

Heather extended her leg beneath the table, teasingly kicking his calf through the gap.

Another message followed: "Professor, your brother and your girlfriend just went to the bathroom together."

Jason glanced up briefly, noting the absence of both Brett and Chrishell, but remained unfazed, as if the message hadn't affected him at all.

Such self-control, Heather thought as she smirked. She nudged her foot higher, slipping it under his pant leg, tracing the tense muscles of his calf with her toes.

Finally, no longer able to bear the disruption, Jason stood up and left his seat.

Around them, the crowd was too engrossed in drinking and singing to notice anything amiss in the corner.

Heather watched as Jason walked out of the room, and she followed him closely.

He found an empty private room and sat down, the dim lighting casting shadows over his face. He lowered his head slightly as he lit a cigarette, his eyes narrowing as the smoke curled around him.

The collar of his shirt was unbuttoned just enough to hint at something more beneath his refined appearance. When he smoked, there was a dark, seductive quality about him that always drew her in.

In terms of looks, Heather had always felt that Jason far outshone Brett.

When he glanced up and saw her following him again, a flash of irritation crossed his face, and he made a move to leave.

Heather blocked his way, pulling out her phone. "Want to know what your brother and your girlfriend are up to?"

She opened an app on her phone. "I planted a bug on your brother that can transmit real-time audio. Listen."

From the phone's speaker came Chrishell's breathless voice, broken and pleading, "Brett... I can't take it anymore…"

Brett's heavy breathing followed, his voice rough and taunting. "Scream louder, let my dear little brother hear you too."

Heather listened, utterly entertained. "Do you really think she's pregnant? I wonder if they'd even manage to make a baby like this."

Jason remained silent, but Heather could guess what was on his mind. She knew it was all part of the manipulative games women like Chrishell played. Yet with Brett so thoroughly taken in, it wouldn't be surprising if there really was a child one day — perhaps even an illegitimate one.

The sound of Chrishell's shrill moans filled the room, and Jason suddenly snatched the phone out of Heather's hand, swiftly shutting off the app. Coldly, he tossed the phone back to her.

"Heather, what are you trying to accomplish?" His voice was low and icy, thick with contempt.

Heather rose onto her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Didn't I already tell you? I want you to help me get pregnant. Your genes are so similar to your brother's; he'll never know the difference. I'll use this child to claim my share of his fortune."

Jason pushed her away with disgust. "Minx."

Heather's laughter rippled through the room as she leaned in closer, her body pressing against his arm. "How did you know the perfume I'm wearing today is called 'Minx's Embrace'? Do you like it?"

The enticing scent enveloped them both, as if the very air around her was steeped in seduction — a baited hook waiting for its catch.

But Jason's expression remained unmoved. He turned on his heel, intending to leave. Just as he reached for the door, the sharp sound of glass shattering echoed behind him, followed by a woman's pained cry.

He turned to find Heather collapsed over the coffee table, motionless. Without thinking, he rushed over and pulled her up by the arm.

In an instant, Heather coiled around him like a vine, her arms tightening around his neck as she giggled and pressed her lips against his cheek. "Jason, you're so worried about me."