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.

man from Homeland Security. "We’ll track

don’t have to," Mark said, reaching

man beside him helped him to his

for some reason, the

exhaled sharply, eyes still on

on the chopper," he said. "We’ll know

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

him. "It’s time to make the smiles (The Phantom Circle)

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Meanwhile...

teeth. "I’m going back in there

Shawn was one of their best shooters. He could’ve taken Mark out without blinking. And

good thing about it was that Mark "slid off" from the

and spat to the

glanced back briefly but said nothing. He turned his focus to Penny instead, adjusting the cloth he’d laid down before gently moving her onto

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

tucking the

"Shawn." Brad’s tone darkened.

unconscious body. With his massive build, just bending his legs was

muttered. The 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 at him.

gulped but stayed

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

"Don’t kid yourself. You already put her at gunpoint. You sedated her. You carried her onto this thing. Even if you shot yourself in front

his pistol again, pointing it at Shawn. "You did this. There’s

lowered his head, hiding the regret in his eyes. A lump formed in his throat

that," he whispered. "I know she’s not going to forgive

had known it from the very first

in the corner of the interview room, staring through the