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

Chapter 1645: A bomb? In my house?

"Jonathan."

Everyone's eyes slowly dilated as they held their breath, staring at Zoren as if a thousand grim possibilities had just crossed their minds.

But amid the suffocating silence, a sudden noise snapped them back to reality.

Slowly, they turned their heads toward the sound-and there she was, slumped on the floor.

Cassandra.

She stared at them, then at Zoren, her eyes wide with shock. freewebnovel.com

Zoren arched a brow and tilted his head slightly. "What are you doing here?"

"

Cassandra opened and closed her mouth, her brows knitting tightly. She wanted

to answer, but her voice caught in her throat. When she finally found her voice, what came out wasn't an answer-but a trembling question.

"What... what did you do to him?"

Zoren's expression remained cold, his eyes fixed on her like a devil from a nightmare. But when he turned back to meet his wife's gaze, his mind involuntarily spiraled back to the events that had just unfolded.

Earlier...

"Now, make the call."

Zoren nudged the phone toward Jonathan, locking eyes with him. Jonathan clenched his fists, bitterness swelling in his chest.

"Damn it," Jonathan hissed, snatching the phone from Zoren's hand and clicking his tongue in frustration.

At this point, Jonathan wasn't sure if he was more angry or embarrassed at how foolish he must've looked. He cast Zoren a sharp glare before focusing back on the phone.

Since the device was off, he had to power it back on-and wait.

Zoren stood off to the side, his eyes cold and unblinking. But before Jonathan could do anything further, Zoren heard Mark's urgent voice in his earpiece.

need to leave right now.

against

his

ignored him and repeated,

"Sir!"

cut through the tension as

the doorway, panting, his hand gripping the

have to go! There's a bomb in the house!"

split second, both Zoren and Jonathan froze in wide-eyed

Mark's eyes shot past them. His breath

"On your back-WATCH OUT!"

behind them. Mark ducked behind the wall

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Zoren and Jonathan had been standing

the wall outside the study,

wall. His earpiece was

"Found the shooter-he's retreating."

"I'm going in!"

out of there!" Mark gritted

a deep breath and stepped back into the

"Master!" he yelled.

Jonathan, who was still dazed. Without hesitation, Zoren grabbed the

coming with me," Zoren

seemed to snap Jonathan out of his stupor, and he stumbled after them. Mark led the way, his rifle slung across his body as he kept his eyes and

clear, Mark held the door open for Zoren. Without hesitation, he moved protectively beside him, his body forming a shield More guards

creating a tight

Mark,

his head low, trying to keep

house?' His breathing quickened, his

bomb planted in

as that thought crossed his mind, a glint

head-just in time

Time seemed to slow.

uta

of the bodyguards-the one right beside Jonathan-had drawn a knife and was aiming straight

had before pain