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

Chapter 1824: Slater’s dilemma

BANG!

For a second, time stopped until another round was heard in the small room. Those guarding the path started shooting the men in uniform. And by men in uniform just like them, that included Slater.

"Shit!" Slater, quick to react, slid away the second the first shot was heard. In the next second, more gunshots rang out, so he took shelter behind a counter.

He flinched as some bullets managed to hit his cover. He didn’t fire back.

’Damn!’ he hissed, waiting until the gunshots finished. But they didn’t. In under a minute, all the bullets were coming directly at him. Fortunately, this counter was thick enough to protect him; otherwise, his body would’ve been riddled.

’What are they—why are they only firing here?!’ he panicked, sensing there was only one left. Him.

Since the men guarding the path had shot Nathalie’s men, Slater was quick to assume these guys were probably on their side. Just like him, they were blending in. However, with the ongoing battle somewhere in the mansion, he assumed they were also making their move.

The only question was, whose group were they from?

Mint’s? Hugo’s? Zoren’s? Penny’s?

As the men kept shooting in his direction, taking him as the last remaining soldier of Nathalie, Slater panicked. He could hear footsteps despite the deafening gunshots.

"It’s me!" he shouted. "Stop shooting, it’s me!"

But his voice barely reached them. Clenching his teeth, he grabbed his rifle and pointed it at the ceiling.

"It’s... ME!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

enough to signal to the others he had no intention of fighting back.

the noise subsided a bit, Slater’s

you trying to kill one of

furrowed their brows, looking at each other. One of their own? Their group wasn’t that big, nor was it small, but it was enough for them to recognize each other.

gun! Throw it away

it was within the soldier’s line of sight. Following that was a handgun, its handle hitting the rifle. Then a few more

NOT SHOOT!" he yelled, emphasizing

but even before they saw Slater, one of the hostages spoke.

do not... hurt him,"

His brows rose, shifting his eyes to where Slater was. This time, Slater already stood. Both his hands were raised on

shoot," Slater breathed out. "It’s

couldn’t recognize him. Seeing the doubt in their eyes, Slater carefully brushed

yelled, pointing at

answer until the one in

the voice. Slater knitted his brows, eyes on a middle-aged man pulling down

Bennet, right?" he asked. "I know him. Don’t shoot him.

the rest of the soldiers lowered their

was confused.

he said. "Just call me

wasn’t sure who this Angelo guy was, but what he was sure of now

groups he could bump into, it seemed he had bumped into the only group he had been

awkward laugh escaped Slater. "You guys... are with my

marching toward Slater. When he stopped across the now broken counter, he studied Slater’s face. His face brightened as he laughed. "It really is you—HAHA! My daughter

Can you

waved and quickly strode off to pick up his weapons. "Since the misunderstanding