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

Chapter 1803: He had lost even before it began.

Sneaking into this place wasn’t easy, even for someone as experienced as Slater. However, his past life’s expertise, combined with his current training as a Homeland Security agent, gave him a significant advantage.

As he subtly blended in, he overheard several conversations. This was how he discovered that everything seemed to be a setup, and Nathalie had everything under control.

Slater didn’t dwell on this, though he kept the information in mind. After leaving the mansion’s back entrance, he quickly pulled out a small device and sent a message, asking for directions to the cellar.

Thankfully, the person Penny had entrusted her device to was alert and provided clear instructions. Following them, Slater concealed the phone and quietly moved down the hallway, careful not to draw suspicion. He brushed past a few men, but neither they nor he stopped.

As he continued, Slater heard voices. His brow arched, and he glanced in the direction of the sound. Curious, he cautiously approached until he reached the end of the hallway, pressing his side against the wall.

"How did you like your little fantasy, boy?" a woman’s voice, tinged with amusement, could be heard, followed by sounds of grunts.

When Slater peeked, he saw the mansion’s grandiose lobby filled with armed individuals. From his vantage point, he couldn’t count them all, but he did spot a woman’s figure seated in a single-seater chair. Due to the person standing beside the sofa, he could only see her fair hand resting on the armrest.

Slater then shifted his gaze to the man kneeling several paces from her. There, a man was held down by two others, pinning his shoulders. His mouth was gagged, and the side of his head was bleeding, trickling down his face. There were more signs of injury, but despite that, Slater recognized him.

Jonathan Pierson.

’What in the...?’ Slater furrowed his brows, his eyes scanning Jonathan and then the people around the lobby.

was very amused, watching you plan everything and actually think it was going to work. Haha. Oh, Nathaniel—or should I call you Jonathan? After all, neither were your names, nor names you

Jonathan grunted, his muffled voice

blazed, but what infuriated him most was the person standing beside the woman. He moved his gaze to the man, and the veins in his forehead protruded. This was the same man who had picked him up from the hospital and with whom he

turned out, the man had

How familiar.

trusted. That woman—Dean’s current assistant—betrayed him in his previous life. And though she was no longer a part

his silence was more infuriating than

bastard... I took you out of that place, and this is how you repay

the burning look in

to Jonathan. "Jonathan, don’t hate him so

clenched his teeth, only to hear the other man’s

man. "I’m only doing this

to be spared, but not me!? Did you all forget I’m doing this for all of you?! If you didn’t betray me, she’d be the one praying to be

mentally screamed and

stretched, relishing the sight

resilience and planning," she said, rubbing her palms on the armrest before pushing herself up. She sauntered toward him while

him down and the injuries he’d sustained—including

down in front of him, eyeing him with slightly