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."

something they didn’t expect. He then glanced over his shoulder and faced

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

pointing at him. He scoffed in amusement, watching how they

"Hah. That’s quick."

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

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

spoke aloud. "If I don’t come out of here in ten minutes, you can do whatever

continued, making sure everyone—even the

in mind. The butler, on the other hand, raised his brows at

said it aloud, sir," the butler remarked. "Complacency is a disease... as what the Zorken and the Order

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

said just now was that the ten minutes could

raised the tension

lead the way, Gilbert," Zoren remarked, studying the butler’s

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

"Please follow me."

The men surrounding them made way for both

not take your eyes off of them," he ordered, glancing over his shoulder. "If they do

this, instead of getting angry, Zoren just chuckled. However, none of them spoke anymore as they resumed their

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[Underground Prison]

pressed against the side of the door, hands on the rifle, clinging across

now...’ he thought, eyeing the entrance for anyone. ’Should I

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 corners

off, his steps halting as

told by TK that

the hell

more and didn’t answer. The man clicked