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

Chapter 1812: How do you heal a broken heart?

[Mansion]

Entering the mansion without a problem didn’t make anyone relaxed. If anything, the tension in the area heightened as soon as the trucks entered the premises.

Well, not with rifles facing each other from both groups.

The second their trucks stopped, armed men quickly surrounded them. Although none of them opened fire, everyone was aware that one person making the slightest mistake would result in a crossfire.

"Please lower your weapons," the Butler said, marching out of the circle of armed men surrounding the vehicles.

He stood motionless a few paces away, his eyes landing on the vehicles. He quickly spotted Zoren inside one of them, watching as the men in that truck had already jumped out. All of them stood with their hands on their rifles.

Once Zoren came out, the tension in the air grew.

This was understandable, considering Zoren was the man these men protected. Therefore, having him out in the open with all these weapons around them warranted a higher tension between the two groups.

"Welcome," the butler greeted, earning a look from Zoren.

Zoren quietly raised a hand before approaching the Butler. Angel and Mark walked closer to him, their eyes darting everywhere.

When Zoren stopped, he stared down at the butler, who was clearly smaller than he was.

"It’s been a while, Mr. Pierson," the butler offered him a smile while Zoren’s brows briefly crinkled. "The Madam has been made aware of your presence. She’s been waiting for you."

"Before I lead you to her, we’ve had to confiscate their weapons," he continued politely. "We do not allow any weapons in the pavilion, as that is a sacred place for the Madam."

Hearing this, the people with Zoren looked at each other, then at Zoren. They only had one thing in mind:

’Don’t agree with it.’

Taking away their weapons just to meet Nathalie was suicide. There was no way Nathalie Zorken would just let them go as easily as she let them in. This place would be their grave if they surrendered their arms.

"They don’t have to go."

they didn’t expect. He

said. "They won’t move from here because they would not let

by the metallic sounds of rifles pointing at him. He scoffed in amusement, watching how they automatically focused their aim

"Hah. That’s quick."

words," the butler said kindly, but his voice was laced with displeasure. "You may not share the same respect we have towards our Madam, but we do

Unfazed by the sudden shift of attention toward Angel, Mark looked into

then he cast his other men a look. They all didn’t say anything; they just stared in silence before they finally nodded

was dealt with, he faced the butler and spoke aloud. "If I don’t come out of here in ten minutes,

many of them as possible, and retreat," he continued, making sure everyone—even the

mind. The butler, on the other

sir," the butler remarked. "Complacency is a disease... as what the Zorken

his mouth curled up. "Indeed it is," he nodded. "I

Zoren said just now was that the ten minutes could only be taken with a grain

raised the tension

lead the way, Gilbert," Zoren remarked,

gazed at

"Please follow me."

Zoren walked away from the latter’s group. The men surrounding them made way for both

take your eyes off of them," he ordered, glancing over his shoulder. "If they do something

chuckled. However, none of them spoke

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[Underground Prison]

His back pressed against the side of the door, hands on

he thought, eyeing the entrance

his mind, he caught some shadows from the end of the path and some faint footsteps. Slater straightened his back and knocked on the door once. He remained like that until he could see some figures from

his steps halting as Slater

"I was told

hell

lowered his head even more and didn’t