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!

to signal to the others he had no intention of fighting back. Sure enough, the soldiers firing at him

the noise subsided a bit, Slater’s

you trying to kill one of

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. But

"And drop your gun! Throw it away where I

unstrapped his rifle and tossed it away. The rifle glided on the floor until it was within the soldier’s line of sight. Following that was a handgun, its handle hitting the rifle. Then

up—DO NOT SHOOT!"

they saw Slater, one of the hostages

not... hurt him," she coughed. "He’s

few like her. His brows rose, shifting his eyes to where Slater was.

not shoot," Slater breathed out. "It’s

but somehow, they couldn’t recognize him. Seeing the doubt in their

Slater yelled,

soldiers didn’t answer until the one in the

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

Slater Bennet, right?" he asked. "I know him. Don’t shoot him. He’s Charles Bennet’s

the rest of the

was

friend," he

Angelo guy was,

the only group he had been avoiding from the start, and preferably till the

escaped Slater. "You

Angelo nodded, 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 is a fan of yours, and now, I’m grateful she is. Otherwise,

He beamed at him. "By the way, these guys are prisoners. Can you take them to

to pick up his weapons. "Since the misunderstanding is