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

Chapter 1232: Did you like it, babe?

[WARNING: THIS Chapter CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT.]

[FLASHBACK]

When Jonathan returned home after a long time, he had a newfound appreciation for his space. Prison had been terrible, especially with Zoren bribing everyone to ensure he received no special treatment. Fortunately, Jonathan had connections -powerful people whose influence stretched far and wide.

With their help, he had managed to secure some small comforts in prison, and now, he was out on bail.

Jumping onto the couch, he closed his eyes and exhaled in relief. "I missed my place," he muttered, savoring the familiar scent of the couch and the quietness of his home.

This was where he belonged.

After a while, Jonathan cracked one eye open and noticed his assistant standing several feet away. "Why are you still here?" he asked irritably. "Is there anything else you need to tell me?"

"Is there anything else you need, sir?" she asked.

"I just want to rest for now." He waved dismissively. "Get out."

"Alright." His assistant bowed her head. "Your new phone is on the table. If you need anything, just call me, sir."

"Mhm." Keeping his eyes shut, Jonathan listened to the sound of her retreating footsteps.

"Wait."

His command made her stop and turn back toward him. "Yes, sir?"

"Zoren doesn't know I got out on bail today, does he?" he asked, peeking at her.

"We locked down any information regarding your release. He might still hear about it... if Hugo Bennet fails to kill him right now."

"Ah," Jonathan smirked, even more reassured now that he was safe at home. "I see. How did that man even survive?"

His assistant remained silent until he shot her a questioning look.

"No one knows, sir. All we know is that he appeared out of nowhere and has been working in the shadows. I suspect he faked his death. Otherwise, how could he have been declared dead and then come back to life?"

"That bastard." Jonathan clicked his tongue. "He's a real thorn in the Bennet brothers' side."

"He will die," the assistant replied, making his brows rise. "Even if he kills Zoren Pierson, Zoren's men will hunt him down."

"Haha. I bet they will." Jonathan laughed and closed his eyes again. "And Atlas Bennet?"

"His whereabouts are still unknown, unfortunately. Our men checked all possible locations where Zoren Pierson could be keeping him. Even the syndicate under Zoren's control near Pierson Island - he's not there."

knows how to hide people. And Nina? That bitch - have you found

"I'm sorry."

eyes open, irritation flashing across his face. "Any other

there is extremely tight. I believe Zoren has issued a shoot-to-kill order against

His expression briefly froze, his mouth falling slightly open. When he recovered, he looked

he despises her, she's the only parent he has left. Besides, this is the first time he's ever rebelled against her...

chuckle escaped him. Jonathan shook his head mildly, amused by his

For now, I need to lay low," he said, knowing his arrest had caused

"Yes, sir."

alone in the house. He lay on the couch,

he opened his eyes and

Zoren," he whispered, his eyes glinting with triumph. "I wonder if I'll hear news of your

him. He

be able to take over what little remained of the Pierson Corporation. If not, he had more than enough to

himself up and headed to the kitchen. A feast had been prepared for him. Although the food had gone warm, he still devoured it.

Freedom.

What a beautiful thing.

manipulating people he had still gotten away with it.

free.

"Hah... that's delicious," he

his lips

the half-eaten dishes. He reached for a bottle of water

of his plans for the day: eat, shower, then take a well-deserved nap. Simple. But these simple pleasures were

his meal, he walked into the master bedroom and headed straight for the

He took his time.

anymore. The water was warm. There was no one monitoring him.

know

He never was.

of the bathroom, clad only in a robe and using a small towel

hair, Jonathan

breathing slowed. His eyes drifted toward the figure seated at the

he called,

oversized shirt crumpled. Her head hung

surrounding her was

asked, taking a cautious step back. Something didn't feel right. "I mean, where have you been?

answer. She just sat there, eyes

her. He had trained in martial arts. Yet, as

met his.

slow, growing smile on her face, chills ran down his