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

Chapter 1811: Anger from a failure

[Mansion]

Nathalie idled in the mansion’s pavilion, seated on the concrete railing, casually tossing some feed into the still pond that surrounded it. When she sensed someone’s presence, she couldn’t help but hum slightly.

"Doesn’t this place look just like my home?" Her voice was calm and soothing. "Zorken, Shadow Order... they truly want identical things, don’t they?"

"Me, Naylani, Noel..." she whispered. "As it is amusing, it is repulsive."

The butler who had come to the pavilion stopped a few paces from her. He studied her calm side profile, unfazed by everything currently happening outside the mansion.

"Madam," he called quietly. "Our men sighted Zoren Pierson."

Nathalie’s brows rose as she paused in tossing the feed. After a second, she resumed her activity.

"Is that so?" she hummed. "Capture him. I want him alive."

"He’s headed this way."

"This way?" Her right brow arched even higher as she turned to the butler. "Here?"

The butler nodded. "Yes, Madam. Straight to the entrance."

"Hah." Nathalie rocked her head and chuckled in amusement, the corners of her lips curled into a smirk. "He is always so daunting, then and now. Don’t open fire—let him in."

"Madam." Concern shone in the butler’s eyes upon hearing her order. "If your suspicion is correct and that he also carries the memories of your first life..."

Nathalie chuckled, leaning her back against the pillar, and then looked at the butler. Her dark eyes assessed him from head to toe.

"Gilbert, thanks to you, I was able to avoid Nathaniel’s plans," she remarked. "Had it not been for you and your loyalty, I wouldn’t even know that such a phenomenon happens."

Slowly, she looked away. "Going back in time... to correct what should be fixed. How nice would it be if I also had the ability?"

But alas, Nathalie wasn’t reborn with memories of her past life.

How she found out was because the butler who had served her from the beginning until the end of her first life remembered his past. Thus, he had told Nathalie about everything that had unfolded and who had ended her in her first lifetime.

almost

everything the butler claimed was true. It wasn’t like this was the

smile. "Thanks

is a fatal disease.

if

Octavia, and we watched her die. If there was anyone who is being complacent just because they carry their memories of the

the butler’s eyes shone brighter, but he didn’t refute that anymore. Instead, he lowered

"And I’ll prepare

kept her eyes on his back, the smile on her face faded.

mind, a glint flickering in her eyes. ’What’s your

on the butler’s memories. Knowing herself,

didn’t. And that worried her. After all, at

was driving to this mansion through the front

she asked herself. ’What does he know that

filled her mind, but there was no answer. Therefore, she could only wait and meet him face to face to get some answers

the one going

not remember how he ended her, but her heart remembers the lingering anger. Anger from a failure, and she didn’t

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trucks came close. As they did, Mark

throat, his eyes sharpening.

heard clicking as the air around them turned heavier. They kept their eyes ahead, some looking around to see if there were

a few more minutes, and gunshots might deafen

Zoren’s assumptions weren’t

straight to the mansion’s entrance. Zoren assumed Nathalie would welcome him, which they all thought was insane. However, he said if that weren’t the case, then

more difficult. However, if they did so, Charles’s team and the others would have plenty

was no telling if Zoren could make it out alive, even before the other teams could start moving.

closer, Angel peeled his eyes from

he blurted out, turning to everyone until his eyes landed on

anyone could speak, another voice was heard on the

the gates.

until their gaze settled on Zoren. The

Nathalie opened her doors for him, that meant she remembered the past. After all,