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

Chapter 689: Struggle has always been part of human instinct

"He's old... so no one would suspect if he had a little accident, right?"

A moment of silence filled the air as the other man on the line didn't speak. Meanwhile, Sven's face remained blank, but he knew what he had said was something he was willing to do. It was something he had to do.

After all, his life was more important.

When Sven first found the suspicious card in his car, he had been skeptical. He didn't want to think about it, didn't even consider it at first. But because of Atlas and Chairman Bennet's arrogance, anger and vengeance blinded him.

Sven knew he'd settle scores, whether or not the card was just a silly prank. However, after calling that number and making contact with this person, Sven didn't realize what kind of trap he had walked into.

Only now, after everything that had happened, did he realize it wasn't just a hole he jumped into. It was quicksand. The more he struggled, the faster it would pull him under. This realization came too late, and now he had no choice but to do what he was told.

"Hahaha!" Out of nowhere, just as Sven was thinking about how to deal with the witness from last night, the man on the other end of the line burst into laughter.

Sven furrowed his brows, staring at the phone in confusion. 'Did I say something funny?'

"Oh, Sven Bennet," the man said, as his laughter subsided. "You're a little amusing. It just shows you deserve a second chance."

"A second chance...?" Sven asked, still confused.

"Haha. You messed up, but I'm just kidding. You're not in trouble... yet."

Sven's brows furrowed even deeper. "So the file -?"

"They're just as useless as I said before, but that isn't your fault," the man replied. "From what I heard, Atlas had something installed yesterday to prevent a data breach."

"Uh..." Sven's mouth opened slightly, unsure if this was good news or bad.

"Don't worry about the security guard. I've handled it."

"You did?"

hadn't, the police would've already barged into your

before he knew it, he had melted onto the edge of the

yet," the man continued. "Although I've taken care of things

his eyes to

Even though he's in a coma,

"

tone shifting to

finally stuttering, "Y-yes. I won't mess this up this

"Good boy."

call ended abruptly, with no further pleasantries. It took Sven a moment to realize

weakly. He turned around until his back rested against the bedframe, facing the luggage he had packed not long ago. "Sven

he clenched his hands into tight fists. "... just what

Though Sven had always

succeed, he didn't want Atlas to succeed either.

Sven had intended when he wanted to bring down Atlas

to literally and physically harm

through gritted teeth, hugging his knees and burying his face in

The moment he considered that invitation, and the second he made that call, he was granted a

death, perhaps there was no escape. But then again, who in their right mind would accept death without a fight? Struggle has

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sure you

or someone who shouldn't have been in the building last night?" the officer asked the security

questioning, thought for a

"Well... I don't think so," the security guard shook his head and smiled. "We just talked for a bit, since he usually doesn't

you what he

his briefcase. Sir Allen sometimes forgets his things, but he doesn't usually