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

Chapter 1630: Not when you owe me an entire lifetime to live.

"Who is the person pulling the strings?"

There was no introduction or clarification from Zoren. Classic Zoren. However, both he and Jonathan knew exactly who he was referring to.

He meant the force that had been backing up Jonathan from the shadows. The very people who had given Jonathan the power to get a DNA result that favored him, and the very force that had been giving him all the tools to get things done.

Slowly, Zoren rose to his feet and turned to face the direction where Jonathan stood.

"I'd like to see him... or her, in person," he demanded, his voice growing colder with every syllable. "Tonight."

Jonathan's surprise gradually faded, replaced by a layer of frost. "What makes you think there's anyone else pulling the strings?"

"You've lived two lifetimes, and you still ask me how I know?"

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Jonathan remained silent, but the sharpness in his eyes didn't waver.

Of course, Jonathan knew.

He had always known that Zoren, even if he seemed inactive, was constantly watching from the sidelines—waiting, observing, preparing to strike.

And besides, Jonathan had deliberately made sure Zoren knew there was someone else. He had left enough clues and hints for Zoren to pick up on. Still, this was not the right time for that confrontation.

"Where... are they?" Zoren asked once more, his aura growing darker as the air around him turned even colder. "Do not make me ask again, Jonathan."

Jonathan quietly clenched his hand into a tight fist, his eyes fixed on Zoren. "This is not the right time for you to meet... her."

"That is not my question."

time, Jonathan's tone was firmer. "You're not stupid enough to believe I've been

the corners of his eyes sharpening. "You will die if you meet

might," Zoren replied coolly, "but not before

at his body, watching the dots glide across his torso. He didn't need a mirror to know there were several more trained

what a sight." He scoffed. "This reminds me... of the great Zoren Pierson from my previous life." Just like now, Zoren had always gotten

you going to get me

BANG!

bullet punched through the wall. Though it seemed almost impossible, Jonathan knew the bullet had barely missed his temple. Had the shooter adjusted the

"You-"

killed?" Zoren interjected, his eyes glinting

in the air, leaving

course, Jonathan thought. I know you can... I've seen

Zoren was soft compared to the

bullet would have landed-maybe not a killing shot, but certainly one that would've

how cruel Zoren could be without

current anger couldn't be quelled by a mere apology, what more in the past? Zoren didn't even want to think about what else he had been capable of back

he had been

first life.

this anger would've unleashed the

make me

break in the silence felt like a blade to the

hit you first?" he added, and his tone made

not a threat. It was a

nodding. "I can let you meet this person, but... I'm warning you. Not everyone who meets her lives long

Jonathan was sure

Jonathan said, trying to calm himself. "Follow me. The phone I use

dropping to the crumpled pack of cigarettes in

smoking

his lips but didn't light