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

Chapter 1162: Please tell me the truth.

Benjamin and Slater hung their heads low, wide-eyed. They couldn't believe what they had just heard. This shouldn't surprise them, but they hadn't thought about it earlier. They had been too focused on finding their way out. Had it not been for one of the hostages in the building telling them the way, they would have taken much longer.

Besides, they didn't think they had been abducted for that long. It had been only an hour or two since they were taken. They didn't think that was enough to raise an alarm, especially since Slater and Benjamin had gone to night markets before and stayed out late.

But Atlas was saying...

Slowly, Benjamin and Slater lifted their heads and locked eyes with Atlas. Atlas's presence alone was enough proof that the names of those who infiltrated the base to rescue them were indeed inside. Otherwise, Atlas wouldn't be there.

"I need to go back," Slater breathed out and quickly turned.

"Slater," Atlas called, taking large steps toward them. He grabbed Slater's arm and pulled him until Slater was facing him. "Stay here."

Slater's eyes shone with bitterness as he clenched his teeth. "First Brother."

"You and Benjamin already escaped. That means those guys can only worry about themselves. It's too dangerous."

"But Penny is there!" Slater argued. "She's there for me, and... I have to let her know I'm safe."

"Stay." Atlas gripped his brother's shoulder tighter, his eyes sharp. "It's much better that way. I'm sure they'll eventually find out that you're not there anymore."

"But-"

"Help is on the way," Atlas added, cutting off Slater's argument before he could even start. However, Atlas knew that was a lie. Before his group arrived, they had already realized that the police were useless, so they didn't even try to report the situation.

Before they lost signal, Atlas had tried contacting some people for help. But this place was a sixteen-hour flight from Anteca, and even if help arrived, he wasn't sure if it would come immediately. Even so, he needed to keep Slater out of the danger zone.

tighter. "Earlier, there were seven of you inside. Now, it's down to five. They'll be fine, Slater. Otherwise, things might get

nodded. Atlas didn't let him go immediately but studied him. When Atlas was slightly reassured that Slater was convinced by his argument, he

A mistake.

him go, Slater waited a couple of seconds before sprinting back. He quickly picked up the rifle where Benjamin had hidden it and then

called, but he was too slow-his brother seemed to have gained ridiculous speed. He was even faster than Mark, although Mark had climbed

ruffled his hair in distress before pinching the bridge of his nose. Why did the youngest-Slater and Penny-never

Slater had jumped over. He clasped his hands, the little excitement he had felt earlier

this..." Benjamin slowly shifted his eyes back to Atlas. "Sir Atlas, is help really going to come...? Please tell

back at Benjamin. His mouth parted, but in the end, he could only press it shut. All he could do was let

of diversion. Although he still encountered a few men along the way, he could count them on

triangle. He wasn't sure if he had gotten into the right building, but since this one was the quietest, he thought Penny and Zoren might be there. After all, if it was quiet, that meant the boss was likely there, and wherever the boss

know anything about,' he

was quiet

rifle he had taken from one of the

it slowly and carefully. When it opened, he hid behind the wall and

But nothing.

and slowly peeked around the corner, just in case someone would fire at him. That didn't happen, even though the room@asn't completely empty. He slowly stepped forward and stood at the entrance, his eyes falling on the corner where three women huddled

darkness, he could see their shoulders trembling, and their muffled sniffles filled the room.

his breath

silently turned and walked away. Instead of leaving, he checked the last door he had tried to listen to, and sure enough, there

he guessed correctly, they were

by the looks of the rooms, this seemed

toward the sound coming from outside. "Wrong building," he breathed out, and adrenaline surged in his

where five women were hiding in the corner. Just as he was a few steps from

don't kill us. We're not one of