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

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."

long as Penny was fine, he knew he had to do this better. But

sister was swapped when she was a child, so a few screws in her head weren’t properly locked," he said. "Must have been loosened during the swap while her skull

laughed. "She is silly, but I find

that, his face slightly twisted. "I’m...

laughter echoed

thought the two of

nodded at him. "So, you are here to claim

what

you have

"No."

"I am sorry, young man. However, you are not the first to come to me claiming the Order. The code exists

wrinkly hand slightly, making the men lower their weapons at

a bet with 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

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

a whisper

"Kill her."

her to protect her. They looked around, and no one opened fire. They assumed Atlas

of the night,

returned to Atlas. Those who blocked the madam moved aside, giving way so the

man, it seems your men’s comms aren’t working. I suggest you

men in the area, and I

puzzlement was evident on their faces, some looking around just to make sure. But then again, Atlas was able to

it were a group, it would be more obvious and

you," Atlas continued, snapping his eyes at the guy near his

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

"Me?"