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

Chapter 820: Uncle, are you looking for this?

Chapter 820: Uncle, are you looking for this?

According to the pharmacist, who was also part of the special unit Slater belonged to, this drug could be mixed into a liquid as it had dissolving properties. It could be added to food or a drink, and the person who consumed it would instantly feel as if they were having a heart attack.

It was just that, there was no waking up.

Just half of it was enough, but an entire tablet was a sure kill. Moreover, if the victim was old-like Chairman Bennet-there would be no way to save them. It was a weapon in drug form, and obtaining it wasn't easy. Interpol had been investigating it, and because of this drug's sudden boost in the black market recently, there was a special collaboration of other agencies to track down its main source.

Slater mulled it over for a moment, but his mind was mostly focused on one thing: How did Stephen Bennet get his hands on them?

"One pill is worth millions, but Stephen Bennet has ten of them," he whispered. "Even if he has a lot of money, buying this would drain his pockets."

Slater's face darkened as he thought about this.

Stephen likely didn't buy it. Someone else must have given it to him. Who wasn't the question anymore. Even what Stephen would do with it wasn't the question. "First Sven..." Slater whispered. "But I guess it's Stephen they wanted in the end." Slater might've been quiet all this time, but he had been looking into Sven's case since Atlas caught him. Although Slater was surprised that Atlas managed to catch on so quickly without any training, he had always known something was off.

He felt it in the pit of his stomach when Sven suddenly confessed.

That guy would deny everything even if caught red-handed. That was how shameless he was. Yet, not only did he confess, but he didn't complain about anything.

"It's a good thing I requested that he be moved to the state prison even before his sentencing date," Slater sighed in relief. "In there, I can ask someone to watch him."

power could do. If someone put a hit on Sven's head, he would most likely die in his cell. Slater didn't want that guy dead...

Sven still

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Hours later...

his office

home when he realized something was missing. Initially, he searched

choice but to drive himself back to

thought I felt it when I left the Old Residence," he murmured, touching his blazer and checking his inner pockets. "How

Old Residence. His complexion turned even paler as his knees felt weak, soft as tofu. Stephen stumbled back a little, reaching out for his desk to

face. "How could

was already walking up to him. Not to mention, Charles came right after, and then that annoying Slater Bennet. It was

Stephen with a heavy heart. Adding to that, Charles's attempt to console him filled him with rage. Stephen's mind was so full of different thoughts that it

felt a throb of pain. "Why is this happening to

remained in that pose

several minutes, calming his

didn't calm down, he might end up becoming ill. After all, Slater had already pointed out that Stephen had lost weight. And it hadn't

to find them," he told himself. "They told me those drugs are rare and important, so

digital clock on his desk. It was already late three hours before midnight- and the chairman was surely

I forgot something and retrieve it without alerting the chairman,' he reasoned, convinced there would be no problem going back to the Old Residence. Even if he was found, he could easily say that

excuse-anything! But he

thought in mind, Stephen dashed out of his