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?"

already

exhaled sharply, his entire body feeling like it had thawed. All his strength seemed to slip away, and before he knew it, he had melted onto the

man continued. "Although I've taken care of things for now, there's still something else you need to

eyes to the phone.

still breathing. Even though he's in a

"

his tone shifting to a more serious one. "Don't waste the second chance I'm giving you, Sven

his mouth before finally stuttering,

"Good boy."

Sven a moment to realize the conversation was over, and that, for now, he was

a heavy sigh, pushing himself away from the bed weakly. He turned around until his back rested

his eyes as he clenched his hands into tight fists. "... just what kind of

Though Sven had always

to bring the company down. If he couldn't succeed, he didn't want Atlas to succeed either. Tarnishing Atlas's reputation would hurt Chairman Bennet, and perhaps even make their grandfather feel

he wanted to bring down

literally and physically harm

through gritted teeth, hugging his knees

deep down, Sven knew one thing: there was no way out anymore. The moment he considered that invitation, and the second he

right mind would accept death

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you didn't see

been in the building last night?" the officer asked the security guard as

office for questioning, thought for a moment. "Well,

strange or anything like that?" "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 come back once

tell you what he was

guard nodded. "He said he forgot his briefcase. Sir Allen sometimes forgets his things, but he