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

Chapter 1631: Don't embarrass yourself further, nephew.

[Short Flashback]

"Why?"

Jonathan paused mid-sip of his wine, lifting his gaze to the woman seated across the dining table.

A glamorous woman tilted her head, cupping her face as she leaned forward. Her eyes swirled with curiosity, glancing up at him.

"Why do you hate your... uncle?" she asked, her voice laced with deep intrigue.

Jonathan smirked and chuckled, setting the wineglass down. "What makes you think I hate my uncle?"

"You don't?"

"I don't like him, but that doesn't mean I hate him," Jonathan shrugged, chuckling. "He's... you could say, the biggest antagonist of my life. But he's also the reason the two of us are here. If not for him, I don't think you'd have anyone eating this dinner with you - or drinking such an exquisite wine."

He didn't even think she would ever get to taste this kind of wine in her life.

"Then I will not dislike him!" the woman declared. "As long as he treats you well." Jonathan snorted, making the woman furrow her brows.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's nothing." He waved a hand. "Let's just not talk about him, okay? I want to finish this meal, and talking about other people ruins my appetite."

"Okay..." The woman hummed, tucking a portion of her hair behind her ear. She pouted a little and sighed.

not long ago that... you were actually married?" she asked, frowning. "You told me I was

that, do you? You already knew I was married the night we met, but you still

pinched her cheek.

charm," he chuckled. "Don't

[PRESENT TIME]

true that Jonathan

in his eyes, Zoren was nothing more than a pitiful child clinging to anything he could hold on to just to feel in control. The only time Jonathan had

had tossed everyone-family members, higher-ups, even small-

hatred to root itself deeply in his bones. So, no, he couldn't say he hated Zoren to the core. He understood that, for now,

very sorry, Zoren Pierson. But I can't let you walk to your death. Not yet. Not when you owe me an entire lifetime to

of the phone. Without hesitation, he

aware that the number

was now holding

proposed. "Why don't you just leave, hmm? I mean, if you really want to find the person pulling the strings go look for them. But I'm not

kill Zoren-the very person keeping

innocently. With the pistol in hand, his confidence

stared calmly at the muzzle, then at Jonathan's

word, he took a

brows at the

not joking, Zoren Pierson. I might not

Zoren replied, taking another step. "And they

still

Pierson," he called again, raising his chin. But then he froze-Zoren