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."

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

said. "They won’t move from

by the metallic sounds of rifles pointing at him. He

"Hah. That’s quick."

"You may not share

shift of attention toward Angel, Mark looked into his boss’s eyes. "Sir, are

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

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

continued, making sure everyone—even the enemy—heard him. "It means they killed me by

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

you should’ve said it aloud, sir," the butler remarked. "Complacency is a disease... as what the Zorken and

he nodded. "I wonder just

butler’s face faltered while the other men furrowed their brows. What Zoren said just now was that the ten minutes could only be taken with a grain

raised the tension between the

Zoren

react. He just gazed at Zoren

"Please follow me."

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

over his shoulder. "If they do something

of them spoke anymore as they resumed their steps inside

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[Underground Prison]

Slater stood outside the door. His back pressed against the

while now...’ he thought,

just as the thought crossed 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 the corners of

steps halting as Slater faced them.

told by TK that I take

hell is

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