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.

Homeland Security.

have to,"

helped him to

to him, and for some reason, the area fell

sharply, eyes still on the

planted a tracker on the chopper," he said.

wound on his shoulder could extinguish the fire blazing in his eyes. His grip on his bleeding shoulder tightened, his

next to him. "It’s time

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Meanwhile...

off his wounded leg, grinding his teeth. "I’m going back in

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

was

glared at him and spat to

said nothing. He turned his focus to Penny instead, adjusting the cloth

the 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 the same

said nothing, quietly tucking the cloth beneath Penny’s

"Shawn." Brad’s tone darkened.

body. With his massive build, just bending his

usual cowardice in his voice was gone—he sounded calm, grounded, almost defiant. "She looked after me when I was in her office. What’s wrong with making sure

hell is wrong with you?" Brad hissed, pointing his pistol

gulped but stayed

to die, Shawn. You think all this pampering will make

You sedated her. You carried her onto this thing. Even

his pistol again, pointing it at Shawn.

lowered his head, hiding the regret in his eyes. A lump formed in his throat as he looked at Penny. Slowly, his fists

"I know she’s not going to forgive

it from the

in the corner of the interview room, staring