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

Chapter 1761: Ten year mission

The sound of the rotor filled the air as Mark grunted in pain. He clutched his side, eyes locked on the chopper flying away from his vantage point.

Behind him, the sound of yells and shouts erupted. Within seconds, armed men poured through the entrance, one after another—but all they found was Mark... and the helicopter disappearing into the sky.

"Damn it!" one of the men shouted in frustration.

Another man raised his rifle and aimed at the chopper, only for the guy beside him to place a hand on the weapon.

"It’s no use," the man said. "You’ll just hit someone else."

"Captain!" One of them rushed to Mark’s side, squatting near him. He reached out to grab Mark’s shoulder, but Mark winced.

"Ugh—"

The bodyguard immediately let go. As he did, he noticed the blood on his palm.

"You’re shot?"

"Grazed," Mark muttered, clutching his shoulder as he sat up, eyes still on the chopper.

The man beside him also looked up at the sky. "We missed them—shit!"

Forget saving Penny—Zoren was going to kill all of them. No... not Zoren. Renny.

"Report back to HQ," someone ordered, eyes still locked on the vanishing aircraft. "They got away... with her."

"Yes, sir."

"Boss," another one said as he approached, panting hard like the others who’d rushed in without a moment’s pause. "What are we going to tell Sir Wild? They got away—and we have no idea where they’re headed."

The man Wild had assigned to lead the team looked around at the rest of the rescue group—Wild’s team, Zoren’s, the police, even Homeland Security.

said one man from Homeland Security. "We’ll track

don’t have to," Mark said,

man beside him helped

turned to him, and for some reason, the area fell

exhaled sharply, eyes still on the empty

he said. "We’ll know exactly where

fire blazing in his eyes. His grip on his bleeding shoulder tightened, his jaw

he said, facing the guy next to him. "It’s time to

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Meanwhile...

wounded leg, grinding his teeth. "I’m going back in there and I’ll slit that

of Shawn letting the guy get away. Shawn was one of their best shooters. He could’ve taken Mark out without blinking. And yet, like always... he hesitated. Instead of ending Mark, he just let

only good thing about it was that

glared at him and spat

turned his focus to Penny instead, adjusting the cloth he’d laid down before gently

hell are you doing?" Brad snapped, watching his back. "We’re dumping that woman the moment we don’t need her anymore. No point in making sure she’s comfy or bruise-free. Her end’s

tucking the cloth beneath Penny’s

"Shawn." Brad’s tone darkened.

time, Shawn sighed and slumped down beside Penny’s unconscious body. With his massive

grounded, almost defiant. "She looked after me when I was in her office. What’s wrong

with you?" Brad hissed, pointing his pistol at him. "Did you hear

gulped but

scoffed. "That woman’s meant to die, Shawn. You think all this pampering will make her forgive

kid yourself. You already put her at gunpoint. You sedated her. You carried her onto this thing. Even if you shot yourself in front of

Shawn. "You did this.

regret in his eyes. A lump formed in

know that," he whispered. "I know

the very

corner of the interview room,