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

Chapter 1825: Hey, Dad.

After sending his men off, the guys—Wild, Haines, and Lester—received a tip from somewhere. They didn’t detail how they got the information, but according to them, there were a few underground tunnels they could use, spread all across the mansion.

Using that information, Charles ordered his men—who had already infiltrated the mansion—to check this information out. Thankfully, the information proved true. After all, inside the mansion, groups of Nathalie’s men guarded all entrances and exits.

Which explained how Charles could make a small camp just outside the mansion. Well, they weren’t necessarily close, but from where they were, there was a secret entrance that connected directly to the mansion.

"Zoren’s men are already inside, and from what I hear, things are already heated," he said to the people in front of him. He pressed on the hand-drawn map spread on the ground, which was in the center of all of them.

"These circles are where the rest of the secret tunnels are. You may use them for entry to get past the crossfire safely," he sighed heavily. "But half of you, go straight to the gate to help our people."

He looked up at everyone, then picked up the map. "Just take the damn thing and go."

"Yes, sir!" the guy who was slapped on the chest with the map shouted. And with that, he faced his team and tipped his head. "We’re going straight to the gates."

He then handed the map to another one, as his team would rather go straight to the gates. It was easier that way. The other groups checked the map briefly before they started moving as well.

Charles, on the other hand, kept his communications open. He just stayed behind with a few of his men to make sure the other teams could find him, and they were briefed. But looking at the last group that came in, there was one thing Charles couldn’t help but notice.

’Hugo’s not here,’ he thought. ’He hasn’t come back since he drew the enemy’s attention from Atlas’s and Zoren’s car.’

jaw tightened as his heart clenched, swallowing the tension in his throat as he shook his

to be fine. He’s a soldier, the best of the best. So, he will be fine,’ was what he told himself, marching to

stopped as someone came up to

closer, making Charles lower his head a bit to

his brows and nodded.

with different tasks. Some had already left to join the party in the mansion, others to the

all, they all had to

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underground entrance. What the soldier told them was that Angelo and his team were able

some soldiers went inside to help the

see people approaching the underground. He stepped to the side, brows knitting, watching the first soldiers carry some people on stretchers. His face twisted upon seeing

of them being carried out. He wasn’t even surprised, considering how cruel this organization was. However, his heart

not the only surprises he would get. Because from one of the stretchers,

carried by the soldiers or assisted by them. Slowly, his hands balled

wasn’t the first I’d know to be such a cruel person,

his eyes. As a

placed on the side, while some soldiers who had medical knowledge rushed to them. Even so, it was obvious at this point, that

catching Charles’ attention. The latter snapped his eyes at him, as