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

Chapter 1557: The luckiest man

A moment of silence fell in the old warehouse as neither of them spoke for a while. Each had their own reasons for the silence, with the hostage wondering what Hugo might do next.

"If there's a bomb, where is it now?" Stephen finally broke the silence in a hushed voice.

"I defused it when I saw him attaching it under the car," Hugo remarked casually, his eyes fixed on the man. "It's not a complicated improvised explosive, so no need for an expert."

Stephen and the man looked at Hugo in disbelief. They shouldn't have been surprised, knowing Hugo was equipped for battle with grenades. Still, it was shocking to hear it.

Especially for Stephen, who had known Hugo since childhood.

Did Charles know about these details, or was it Stephen's fate to keep secrets about Charles' sons?

"But that's not the point," said Hugo. "Since it's meant to kill you both, uncle, things could get complicated if it didn't happen."

Stephen and their hostage raised their eyebrows, intrigued.

"What should we do?" Panic tinged Stephen's voice. "You're not seriously considering killing me, right?"

"Uncle, killing you would only derail our plans," Hugo replied calmly. "It's an option, but not ideal."

The hostage paled, his thoughts turning darker. Were they really going to blow him up? But Hugo's next words caught his attention.

"And for him... he can't return to his gang without a good explanation."

"What?" Both the hostage and Stephen looked at Hugo in confusion.

leaned forward, humming

there, are you? If he comes up with an excuse, they'll just send him to finish the job! We can't trust

when he didn't have to, didn't he?" Hugo shot back, giving Stephen a significant look that made

don't like the guy who planned to kill you and himself, but in the bigger picture, he can help us," Hugo continued, flashing Stephen a smile before turning to

not trust the government, but not everyone is bad. There are those who serve the people, not just themselves," he reassured. "You've committed crimes, regardless of your reasons. But there are ways to lessen your punishment if you cooperate

want me to cooperate with the police?" the hostage asked, voice shaky. He scoffed at the idea. "Even if I help, what's to

really," Hugo nodded. "But not if it's not your fault,

and Stephen exchanged puzzled glances. They had no clue what Hugo was planning. All they could do was

later,

to be sipped slowly. Beads of

his throat. "Hugo, are

corner of his mouth after

to his uncle. "Of course it will." Stephen didn't feel the slightest reassurance. If

can you be so sure?" he asked. "It's a good thing your cousin and

I don't have to

BOOM!

deafening explosion roared from outside. Even from a distance, Stephen jumped from his seat, dropping to the

like thunder, sharp and jarring, loud enough to alert

car burn in the middle of the driveway-strategically placed so no one would get hurt. A satisfied smile tugged

up. Seeing Hugo by the window, he forced himself to stand. His knees wobbled and his whole body shook. He had to cling to the desk for support, realizing with dread that he

breathed, his voice low and sharp.

told you, Uncle—it will." "How can

gang, and since he can't do that while you're still alive and well, we need to make it look