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 then glanced over

with me," he said. "They won’t move from

out, followed by the metallic sounds of rifles pointing at him. He scoffed in amusement, watching how they automatically

"Hah. That’s quick."

displeasure. "You may not share the same respect

toward Angel, Mark looked into

other men a look. They all didn’t say anything; they

the butler and spoke aloud. "If I don’t come out of here in ten minutes, you can

possible, and retreat," he continued, making sure everyone—even the enemy—heard him.

kept that time limit in mind. The

do not think you should’ve said it aloud, sir," the butler remarked. "Complacency is

up. "Indeed it is," he nodded. "I wonder just how

just now was that the ten

raised the

lead the way, Gilbert," Zoren remarked,

Gilbert, didn’t react. He just gazed at Zoren before he quietly turned on

"Please follow me."

them made way for both of them, but before a few of them could follow, Butler Gilbert glanced over

ordered, glancing over his shoulder. "If they do something suspicious, do not hesitate to shoot them

none of them

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[Underground Prison]

in the underground prison, Slater stood outside the door. His back pressed against the side of the

now...’ he thought, eyeing the entrance

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 the

man who came trailed off, his steps halting as Slater faced

lowered his head and explained, "I was told by TK that

hell

lowered his head even more and didn’t answer. The man clicked