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

Chapter 849: It will be me, no one else.

Chapter 849: It will be me, no one else.

Meanwhile...

Jonathan outlined the rim of the glass with his fingertip, seated alone at a bar counter. The jazz music had been filling his ears, but his expression would tell anyone he was far from enjoying the calm ambiance of the bar.

Just then, a person sat on the stool beside him, sliding an envelope toward him. Jonathan glanced at the envelope before slowly lifting his eyes to the man seated next to him.

"What you're requesting is impossible at the moment," the man said quietly, signaling the bartender for a drink. After a second, the bartender served him a glass of Scotch, which he casually grabbed and took a mouthful of.

"Impossible?" Jonathan raised an eyebrow at the man, who seemed intent on saying nothing more. "And why is it impossible?"

"Finn Davis is heavily guarded by Prime Group's elite squad," the man replied in a knowing tone, facing Jonathan squarely. "We've done everything we could, but even with a diversion, they wouldn't let him out of their sight. Even the nurses in charge were inspected, and all the medicines that they were carrying into his ward."

Jonathan's face twisted in displeasure. "You've done everything and still nothing? Isn't that a little disappointing?"

"We're giving you aid just as promised," the man said, his tone unchanging. "However, it's not in the agreement that we'd help you at the risk of our own. Prime Group handles the security for many people."

"That's exactly the point. Prime Group handles a lot of influential people's security. However, if they started messing things up, wouldn't that affect their spotless reputation?"

"Easier said than done," the man took another mouthful and hissed. "If you think it's that easy, do it yourself. You're capable, so we'd be pleased if you exercised your capabilities for once. All we've seen so far are promises that haven't materialized and a lot of waiting."

The man then stood up, placing a hand on Jonathan's shoulder. He bent over slightly, speaking quietly in Jonathan's ear.

"We've been doing our end of the bargain, Jonathan. We're starting to feel very impatient now. I hope you'll get things done soon... or at least make some progress. I heard the higher-ups have been talking a lot."

squeezed Jonathan's shoulder and walked

He turned his head toward the man's retreating

murmured, chugging down his rum in one go. Hissing in satisfaction, he huffed and irritably

[Outside the Bar]

for him. Jumping into the backseat, he

muttered, snapping his eyes open

him, glancing

putting on his earplug to give

a good day, and those people — the person he met at the bar

reason.

number in his contacts. He placed the phone

go through, but Jonathan showed no sign of added irritation. If anything,

envelope he had received earlier. "I got it. They gave it to me with a

heard from the other end of

can't even do such a simple thing, and yet they dare

in

killed him myself so he doesn't

my dear. Calm down; this isn't like

bothering you,

nothing serious," he said. "It's a

"Are you sure?"

think

hand," the

a hand. After all, you've been a great help to me