Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 688: I'll take care of him now

Meanwhile...

Sven paced back and forth in his room, constantly running his hands through his hair and biting his thumb nervously.

"They're going to investigate," he breathed out. "Did he die? Did he?"

Sven clasped his hair together, his entire body feeling cold and numb as it shook uncontrollably. Last night, after hitting Allen in the head, he didn't immediately fall. If anything, Allen held on to the railing tightly as he felt dizzy from the attack.

[You... thief. Sir... Atlas... is gonna hear this.]

Sven froze as he remembered the words that had come out of Allen's mouth after he had been struck. If Allen hadn't said that, then... Sven wouldn't have had to resort to a violent course of action.

"It's his fault that I freaked out," he mumbled to himself, wiping his face as he paced back and forth again. "It's his fault. All I wanted was to talk — he shouldn't have followed me. He shouldn't have been there to begin with."

If Allen had just talked to him and hadn't threatened him, then Sven wouldn't have pushed him off like that. They could've resolved it. Pushing Allen off the stairs hadn't been part of the plan, but Sven had intended to incapacitate him so they could talk.

Sven could've talked to him and convinced him not to tell Atlas. But Allen was careless. He pushed Sven to the edge, cornering him, and Sven had no choice.

"It's his fault," Sven mumbled. "If he had only shut his mouth, it would've been good for both of us."

He was sure that Allen would've understood Sven's dilemma. After all, if this reached Atlas, Sven would be the one in the hospital. Worse, he would've ended up in the morgue!

his eyes,

His lips quivered, and his entire

me," he whispered. "They will kill

his phone on the bed with wide eyes. He held his breath, staring at the screen

he breathed out. "He saw

nervously, hearing it echo in his ears. He kept his dilated eyes on the vibrating bed, and after a second, he jumped and turned around. Quickly, Sven went to his closet, took out his luggage, and grabbed a

time to think about the security guard. If that guard started

told himself, zipping up his luggage in a hurry. "I

would surely get locked behind bars. Sven wouldn't let that happen. Therefore, in his mind, while they hadn't figured it out, he had to go away. While there

than live in

as Sven was packing his

up after you screwed

in contact with since@ccepting the invitation he received. How did the call get through? Slowly, Sven turned his head, his dilated and shaky eyes

to no avail. His voice wouldn't come out;

the other end of the line. "Sven Bennet, you...

of the fingers, waking Sven from his muddled thoughts. Without thinking, he rushed to the bed,

please don't do this. I'm so sorry, okay?" he panicked. "I swear everything was according to plan! But... but... that guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I did

security guard?" the man cooed, his tone more relaxed - a tone someone uses when they know they aren't the one in trouble. "Did

quivered as he gulped. "I'll take care of him now." "How? It

breath hitched as he looked back at his luggage. His complexion drained even more as he glanced around his room, wondering if he was being watched. He shifted his eyes to the windows, tempted to close the

thought, the man on the call

curtains so I won't see you?" he