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

Chapter 1163: I'm confused

Fighting even against someone with subpar skill was still exhausting, especially when there were many of them. Each body that fell at Mark's feet sent another wave of urgency to finish this all at once. He needed to see someone he knew

first

anyone.

It didn't matter whether it was Penny, Benjamin, Slater, or Mint.

At this point, he had wishful thinking. That while fighting all these men, he would stumble upon them in a room. It was why, whenever he got the time, he would check some rooms sometimes, throwing his enemy into the doors to force them open. Multitasking.

But Mark was not ready to see what he had just walked into.

Standing by the door, Mark came to a complete halt the second he kicked it open. He was told by one of the guys he fought with that this was the way, before Mark knocked him out. Who would have thought that person was telling the truth?

The only thing the syndicate didn't tell him was that Zoren wasn't a hostage. He wasn't kept like one, but instead, there he was, lifting a man with his bare hand while holding the latter's head.

Mark's eyes fell on the other man's twitching hand, catching blood dripping from his fingertips. He gulped, shifting his eyes to where his boss was standing.

'This...' he thought, holding his breath as he studied the dark look on Zoren's face. A very familiar yet unfamiliar look that Mark hadn't seen in ages. '... is just like that time.'

Zoren's eyes were naturally dark, but now they were oozing with killing intent. Physically, Zoren had grown weak because of his health issues. However, during the brief time Zoren recovered, he had learned a lot of things to maintain it.

And Mark wouldn't deny that Zoren was one of the strongest and most cunning people he had known. After all, Zoren was not a fighter, but he knew how to fight if he wanted to. But the most concerning part was that Zoren was just like Renny whenever he had to use his hands to hurt someone.

'I should've known,' Mark told himself, reminded of the time Zoren reached out

when the latter introduced herself to the group. 'That he truly is... recovering. But why do I feel like... something

gut feeling just seemed to

Zoren didn't move an

carefully, as if he were afraid to disturb a beast's nap. "Sir," he called again,

quietly, yet for some reason, Mark felt like he almost

"What?"

it possible for a human being to crush another human being's skull with his bare hand?" Slowly, Zoren slid his eyes to the corner while Mark's brows rose. "By the look on your face,

"Sir."

Zoren set his eyes back on the unconscious Glenn, whose head remained in his grip. "Do you think that will wake him up? And that... he would feel the

sully your hands," Mark breathed out, something about Zoren's tone giving him this unsettling sensation under his skin. "You promised her that you'd no longer use the Phantom Circle and stay

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to directly interfere with Zoren's business. "I will tell her all about it... even

on the man before him. After a moment, the side of his mouth hooked up a bit as a shallow, amused laugh escaped him. "You

not want you to do

you think my marriage with her

in it. And when a dent is present, another one appears. If you could be reckless

ernet

gone. I'm not letting you make that mistake." Mark paused as he took careful, jagged breaths. "I'm

go of Glenn. Whatever made him angry was something Mark didn't know and didn't want to know. That was the least of Mark's

Mark added sternly. "Your

still here,

am certain of is that those people are important to you, and you don't want them gone. Even Sir Hugo is out there, buying all of us some time.

reaction from Zoren. When Mark opened his mouth again to speak, whatever he could think of, Glenn's body