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,

this guy back there, are you? If he comes up with an excuse, they'll just send him

to, didn't he?" Hugo

guy who planned to kill you and himself, but in the bigger picture, he can help us," Hugo

you. I know you may not trust the government, but not everyone is bad. There are those who serve the people, not just themselves," he

the police?" the hostage asked, voice shaky. He scoffed

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

They had no clue what Hugo was planning. All they could do

later, in

Hugo chug the tea meant to be sipped slowly. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and

cleared his throat. "Hugo, are you sure this

of his mouth after draining the

his gaze to his uncle. "Of course it will."

he asked. "It's a good thing your cousin and

I don't have to

BOOM!

distance, Stephen jumped from his seat, dropping

was like thunder, sharp and jarring, loud enough

squinted out, watching a car burn in the middle of the driveway-strategically placed so no one would get hurt. A satisfied smile tugged at the corner

still crouched, peeked up. Seeing Hugo by the window, he forced himself to stand. His knees wobbled and his whole body

breathed, his voice low and sharp. "This better

and glanced over his shoulder. "I told you, Uncle—it

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