PAMPERED BY MY THREE BROTHERS: THE RETURN OF THE NEGLECTED HEIRESS-Chapter 1812: How do you heal a broken heart?

[Mansion]

Entering the mansion without a problem didn’t make anyone relaxed. If anything, the tension in the area heightened as soon as the trucks entered the premises.

Well, not with rifles facing each other from both groups.

The second their trucks stopped, armed men quickly surrounded them. Although none of them opened fire, everyone was aware that one person making the slightest mistake would result in a crossfire.

"Please lower your weapons," the Butler said, marching out of the circle of armed men surrounding the vehicles.

He stood motionless a few paces away, his eyes landing on the vehicles. He quickly spotted Zoren inside one of them, watching as the men in that truck had already jumped out. All of them stood with their hands on their rifles.

Once Zoren came out, the tension in the air grew.

This was understandable, considering Zoren was the man these men protected. Therefore, having him out in the open with all these weapons around them warranted a higher tension between the two groups.

"Welcome," the butler greeted, earning a look from Zoren.

Zoren quietly raised a hand before approaching the Butler. Angel and Mark walked closer to him, their eyes darting everywhere.

When Zoren stopped, he stared down at the butler, who was clearly smaller than he was.

"It’s been a while, Mr. Pierson," the butler offered him a smile while Zoren’s brows briefly crinkled. "The Madam has been made aware of your presence. She’s been waiting for you."

"Before I lead you to her, we’ve had to confiscate their weapons," he continued politely. "We do not allow any weapons in the pavilion, as that is a sacred place for the Madam."

Hearing this, the people with Zoren looked at each other, then at Zoren. They only had one thing in mind:

’Don’t agree with it.’

Taking away their weapons just to meet Nathalie was suicide. There was no way Nathalie Zorken would just let them go as easily as she let them in. This place would be their grave if they surrendered their arms.

"They don’t have to go."

Much to everyone’s surprise, Zoren’s answer was something they didn’t expect. He then glanced over his shoulder and faced his men.

"You do not have to go with me," he said. "They won’t move from here because they would not let you near her armed."

"Coward," Angel spat out, followed by the metallic sounds of rifles pointing at him. He scoffed in amusement, watching how they automatically focused their aim at him.

"Hah. That’s quick."

"Please watch your words," the butler said kindly, but his voice was laced with displeasure. "You may not share the same respect we have towards our Madam, but we do not allow anyone to speak badly about her."

"Sir." Unfazed by the sudden shift of attention toward Angel, Mark looked into his boss’s eyes. "Sir, are you sure about this?"

Zoren nodded, then he cast his other men a look. They all didn’t say anything; they just stared in silence before they finally nodded in understanding.

Once that was dealt with, he faced the butler and spoke aloud. "If I don’t come out of here in ten minutes, you can do whatever you want."

"Kill as many of them as possible, and retreat," he continued, making sure everyone—even the enemy—heard him. "It means they killed me by then."

The enemy hissed, but they kept that time limit in mind. The butler, on the other hand, raised his brows at him.

"I do not think you should’ve said it aloud, sir," the butler remarked. "Complacency is a disease... as what the Zorken and the Order always say."

The corners of his mouth curled up. "Indeed it is," he nodded. "I wonder just how much of what I said your men took into consideration?"

The slight smile on the butler’s face faltered while the other men furrowed their brows. What Zoren said just now was that the ten minutes could only be taken with a grain of salt. They might or might not take action in ten minutes... or perhaps, earlier.

This just raised the tension between the group.

"Please, lead the way, Gilbert," Zoren remarked, studying the butler’s reaction.

The butler, Gilbert, didn’t react. He just gazed at Zoren before he quietly turned on his heel.

"Please follow me."

With that, Butler Gilbert and Zoren walked away from the latter’s group. The men surrounding them made way for both of them, but before a few of them could follow, Butler Gilbert glanced over his shoulder.

"Do not take your eyes off of them," he ordered, glancing over his shoulder. "If they do something suspicious, do not hesitate to shoot them down."

Hearing this, instead of getting angry, Zoren just chuckled. However, none of them spoke anymore as they resumed their steps inside the mansion.

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[Underground Prison]

Meanwhile, in the underground prison, Slater stood outside the door. His back pressed against the side of the door, hands on the rifle, clinging across his body.

’I’ve been here for a while now...’ he thought, eyeing the entrance for anyone. ’Should I go now?’

But just as the thought crossed his mind, he caught some shadows from the end of the path and some faint footsteps. Slater straightened his back and knocked on the door once. He remained like that until he could see some figures from the corners of his eyes.

"Hey, open the..." the first man who came trailed off, his steps halting as Slater faced them. His brows knitted, studying Slater. "Who the fuck are you?"

Slater lowered his head and explained, "I was told by TK that I take his shift tonight."

"Where the hell is he?"

Slater, this time, just lowered his head even more and didn’t answer. The man clicked his tongue in irritation.

"That bastard," he hissed. "I told him if the higher-ups heard that he was gambling during his shift, he’s dead."

He then snapped his eyes at Slater. "Open the door."

"Why?"

"Why?" the man scoffed in irritation, raising a hand as he grabbed Slater’s shoulder. "Hey, since when were you allowed to ask questions, huh?"

"TK told me not to let anyone in," Slater stuttered, clearly nervous under the man’s intimidation. "I don’t want to be in trouble, sir."

The man scowled, looking at the young lad, but was not surprised by it. After all, the people in charge of this often choose new recruits to take their shifts. So, it was no surprise that Slater was asking questions.

"The commander ordered us to take those people with us," he explained. "Also, remember this face, alright? And next time, don’t you fucking ask any more questions."

Slater kept his head low before nodding. His hands trembled as he reached for the keys, walking toward the door as he unlocked it. The men, on the other hand, stood back. free𝑤ebnovel.com

As he unlocked the door, a glint flickered across Slater’s eyes, which didn’t match his trembling and nervous body.

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Meanwhile...

"How do you heal a broken heart~? That feels like it will never love this much again~?"

In the truck headed slowly to the mansion, everyone stared at Penny with blank eyes. She had been singing on a loop, acting like she just had a breakup, just because she was apparently... hungry.

Yet, no one said a word as her voice echoed on the empty road.

"Tonight I’ll hold what could be right ~ Tomorrow I’ll pretend to wake and put it all behind me," she continued. "And find that I know how to let you go..."

Then, all of them shook their heads.

"She... can’t be serious."

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