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

Chapter 1817

Chapter 1817: Step down, Sybil.

Earlier...

Atlas stood alone, surrounded by armed men in a clearing. Laser dots peppered every inch of his body, locking him in from every direction.

One wrong move, one wrong breath, and his blood would spill.

But he didn’t care about that. Atlas was used to being threatened with every breath. Just seeing people, especially when they were walking in his direction—the horror.

"I’m claiming the Shadow Order."

His eyes were on the granny, who had just come out of the hut and seemed to be going somewhere. The granny held her hand behind her, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

"And you are...?"

"Atlas Bennet," he answered without a second’s hesitation, pride lacing his voice. "The one who will take the Order."

The granny’s brows rose; she had heard the name. Of course, she remembered. After all, that young lady named Penny had started a bet with her.

"I see. So, you’re the one she’s talking about, huh?"

Her remark made him furrow his brows mildly. "She?"

"Hmm?" the granny cocked her head to the side. "Right. You must not know, but your sister was just here."

The flatness of his expression quickly crumbled as his pupils dilated. His heart thudded once, exhaling a heavy breath as if it had been trapped in his chest.

"Penny," he whispered. "So, she’s okay?"

"She is," the granny smiled. "If I may add, she’s almost too okay—it was slightly concerning."

fine, he knew he had to do this

screws in her head weren’t properly locked," he said. "Must have been loosened during the swap

granny laughed. "She is silly,

face slightly twisted. "I’m...

granny’s laughter

thought the two of you got along, but it seems you do get

you are

what I

you have the

"No."

man. However, you are not

slightly, making the men lower

me," she added. "She said her brother, named Atlas, would claim the Order, and I have to put my bet on someone else. I’m not letting her win. However, I would

the granny reached out, and the bulky guy standing near her offered his arm for her to hold on to. They walked

whisper made them

"Kill her."

in the area immediately pointed their rifles at Atlas, while those near the madam surrounded her to protect her. They looked

the quiet whisper of the night, the rustle of the leaves,

madam moved aside, giving way so the granny

tilting her head to the side. "Young man, it seems your men’s comms aren’t working. I suggest you speak louder like I

in the area, and

on their faces, some looking around just to make sure. But

would

snapping his

furrowed his brows. With Atlas keeping his gaze on him, he couldn’t help but

"Me?"

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