Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1816

Chapter 1816: It’s dangerous

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Continuous shots echoed from the back of the mansion, stopping Nathalie and Butler Gilbert. Both were already at the mansion’s back entrance when they looked back at the sound.

They could still see a bit of the pavilion, only to catch smoke from multiple rifles being fired at once.

"What a shame," Nathalie whispered, staring at the smoke coming from the pavilion before slowly turning to resume her steps. "He would’ve been better mentored by me."

Butler Gilbert kept his silence, staring in the direction of Zoren’s execution. After a second, he turned and followed Nathalie.

Walking a step behind her, he leaned forward a little, studying her back quietly, repeating the words she had just said in his mind.

"He is Naylani’s son," he muttered, and Nathalie replied without looking back at him.

"And my own flesh and blood." Nathalie kept her eyes ahead, showing no trace of pity or regret despite her words.

It wasn’t like she felt any emotional attachment or connection toward Zoren. The only thing that connected them was their blood—that was all. Perhaps, if the former head of the Zorken Family were alive, this would be a big deal. But times had changed, and Nathalie didn’t care about bloodline whatsoever.

The only reason the thought crossed her mind was that... she couldn’t help but wonder about the possibility of nurturing Zoren. He would have been a better piece than Jonathan. The latter, after all, was nothing but a pawn trying to be king.

"About his men outside..." Gilbert trailed off as Nathalie cut him off.

"Kill all of them," she ordered, even though she’d promised Zoren to spare everyone. "Bury them all alive along with this island. After that, we’re leaving."

Gilbert lowered his head and stopped while Nathalie continued to walk away. After a second, he raised his head and gazed at her side. A subtle smile turned up on his face.

"Madam," he whispered, feeling a sense of pride in his heart. "In this lifetime... you won—I made you win."

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Back in the Pavilion

CLANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The sound of gunfire echoed in the pavilion as smoke quickly fogged the area. The smell of sulfur was thick in the air, enough to suffocate anyone.

Then—

THUD!

THUD!

Limp bodies falling to the ground one after another started to make a nice rhythm. When the smoke thinned, Zoren still held the teacup handle, but the rest of it had already shattered on the table.

"Ah, no..." he whispered, staring at the broken cup, bodies lying around him. "It seems every time I drink tea, I always get interrupted."

Now that he thought about it, it had been a while since he was able to truly enjoy tea.

Snapping his eyes up ever so slowly, his gaze glossed over all the bodies now lying on the pavilion floor. Even those blocking the entrance and exits were down, the pond surrounding the pavilions rippling as some had fallen over. The water quickly turned red as Nathalie’s pet school of fish quickly had their feast.

On top of these bodies, though, were red dots skimming through each of them.

"Ugh..."

BANG!

Even so, Atlas, as always, the doubtful lad, wouldn’t be satisfied with just a display of arms without seeing the result. Holding a pair of huge binoculars, he could see Zoren in a pavilion, looking in their direction with a smile. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

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