Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1817

Chapter 1817: Step down, Sybil.

Earlier...

Atlas stood alone, surrounded by armed men in a clearing. Laser dots peppered every inch of his body, locking him in from every direction.

One wrong move, one wrong breath, and his blood would spill.

But he didn’t care about that. Atlas was used to being threatened with every breath. Just seeing people, especially when they were walking in his direction—the horror.

"I’m claiming the Shadow Order."

His eyes were on the granny, who had just come out of the hut and seemed to be going somewhere. The granny held her hand behind her, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

"And you are...?"

"Atlas Bennet," he answered without a second’s hesitation, pride lacing his voice. "The one who will take the Order."

The granny’s brows rose; she had heard the name. Of course, she remembered. After all, that young lady named Penny had started a bet with her.

"I see. So, you’re the one she’s talking about, huh?"

Her remark made him furrow his brows mildly. "She?"

"Hmm?" the granny cocked her head to the side. "Right. You must not know, but your sister was just here."

The flatness of his expression quickly crumbled as his pupils dilated. His heart thudded once, exhaling a heavy breath as if it had been trapped in his chest.

"Penny," he whispered. "So, she’s okay?"

"She is," the granny smiled. "If I may add, she’s almost too okay—it was slightly concerning."

Atlas stabilized his breathing, not dwelling on it. As long as Penny was fine, he knew he had to do this better. But now that he knew she was fine, the heaviness in his heart and shoulder lifted.

"My little sister was swapped when she was a child, so a few screws in her head weren’t properly locked," he said. "Must have been loosened during the swap while her skull was still developing. I apologize if she caused some concerns."

"Haha!" the granny laughed. "She is silly, but I find her silliness delightful."

Hearing that, his face slightly twisted. "I’m... even more sorry."

The granny’s laughter echoed louder.

"What a surprise!" she mused. "And here I thought the two of you got along, but it seems you do get along... just differently."

She smiled and nodded at him. "So, you are here to claim the Shadow Order?"

"That is what I said."

"Do you have the code?"

"No."

"Then, no," the granny’s smile stretched a bit wider. "I am sorry, young man. However, you are not the first to come to me claiming the Order. The code exists for a reason."

She waved her wrinkly hand slightly, making the men lower their weapons at Atlas.

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