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

Chapter 1837

Chapter 1837: For you and me

The island’s cleanup was just as messy as the chaos itself. That task fell to everyone in the special joint operation with Homeland Security, the military, and other involved agencies.

The Shadow Order helped—but barely. They merely introduced themselves as residents of the island and were treated as victims, especially since hostages were involved. The Phantom Circle? They quietly slipped away, with Angel and Mark claiming they were part of the Prime Group’s elite forces.

The injured were quickly transported to the nearest hospital. There was one clinic on the island, but Granny Sybil informed them of a larger hospital on the neighboring island. So, all the wounded were temporarily taken there.

That included Hugo, Mint, Slater, and Zoren. They had survived, yes—but not without injuries, especially Hugo.

And while everyone was busy...

One man had a different agenda—escape.

Jonathan peeked over the tree he was hiding behind, eyes scanning the area as he took advantage of the commotion. Earlier, while locked in an underground cell, a fight had broken out. He played dead as two men wrestled just outside his cell.

When one man emerged victorious, the other barely managed to rise before charging back into battle. What the victor didn’t know was that Jonathan—captive and ignored—was watching.

Seizing the chance, Jonathan looted the corpse that had slumped near his cell and took his rifle. Luckily for him, the locks were old and rusted—evidence that the cells hadn’t been used in a long time. With some effort, he broke free and escaped the battlefield.

Now, hours later, Jonathan was sprinting through the woods, successfully avoiding detection.

As he reached the last treeline, his pace quickened. Breaking through the underbrush, he emerged onto a cliff.

"Hah..." he panted, dragging his feet to the edge.

From there, he could see boats on the other side. He scanned the area and spotted more vessels approaching. Choppers, too. Anteca’s full forces were arriving to assist with the cleanup.

"Tch," he clicked his tongue, eyes burning with resentment at the thought of Nathalie. "All those years of hard work..."

All of it—gone.

time, he believed she was under his thumb. She’d admired him, followed his plans... or so

Nathalie’s plan from the very

let him do all the heavy lifting

old hag..." he spat to the side. "If she’s still alive,

in fury. "And he’s

he, he

teeth clenched, heart swelling with rage and

back at him," he muttered, glaring at the chaos below. "But

to hide. He needed a plan. He couldn’t be

mind, Jonathan turned

BANG!

He froze.

throat. Eyes wide, he

his dismay, standing several feet

from the muzzle of the rifle pointed skyward. Shawn’s gaze was locked on

lowering the rifle.

those words, Jonathan’s

remorse thick in his voice.

didn’t move. He just stared blankly

anger exploded

bulging in his forehead. His hands slowly balled into fists. He clenched his

to surrender? HAHAHA! Shawn, are you out of your damn

over, Nathan," Shawn said again, firmly. "Your

Of course the

spat, laughing bitterly. "Everything is your fault!

still ten steps

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