Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1819

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Chapter 1819: Atlas’ Second Job Interview

"What are you doing?!" one of the men near the granny gasped, wide-eyed. He darted his eyes between their group and the small group that had just switched sides.

"Just mere words and you’re pointing those weapons at us?!" he shouted angrily. "Are you out of your mind?!"

One of the men who was now pointing his rifle at their comrades grimaced. "I apologize, but I believe him. Madam, you are in the way."

"My husband is still in that mansion," another one breathed out. "Madam, the Order has taught us to listen to orders, but at the same time, not mindlessly. And I cannot just allow fate to decide tonight. Walter needs me."

The rest were quiet, but their silence spoke volumes.

"You—" the other man, who was just as horrified at how their comrades had jumped ship, stopped when the one beside him suddenly pressed his gun from Atlas to his side.

Slowly, the man looked back, only to see his comrade change his mind.

"I’m sorry," the other man said, "but I do believe it is time for the Order to welcome its new leader."

On the other side of the clearing, a voice was heard.

"Captain! What are you—are you going to side with that guy?!"

The man, the person referred to as the captain, just lowered his rifle. He didn’t point it at either Atlas or Sybil. He cast them a look and said,

"Madam, all these years you’ve taken care of the Order, but I do think if this is fate, then you should also allow fate to decide in this matter." His voice was loud so others could hear him. "Please, accept his challenge."

Hearing one of the Shadow Order captains filled the others with shock and disbelief. Atlas may not have known this, but the captain who had just spoken was known for his unbending loyalty and devotion to the madam.

Atlas raised his brows briefly before he looked at the others. At the same time, the bulky man who was assisting the granny gazed down at her.

"Madam, whatever your decision may be—be it to accept his challenge or deny it, I will honor it," said the bulky man, lifting his eyes to everyone. "It also applies to all of you. Whatever your decision may be, I will honor it. Be it siding with us, or fighting me... I will not hold back."

Everyone gazed at the bulky guy, but none of those who were moved by Atlas’s remarks showed any sign of fear. Not because they didn’t recognize the bulky man’s capabilities, but because they had decided.

Fate would not be the one to decide tonight.

As the tension in the clearing slowly rose, the granny’s laughter was heard. It wasn’t a laugh of mockery or confidence, but rather, delight and appreciation.

When she raised her head, a smile turned up on her face, eyes scanning every single face around.

"It’s true that I ordered not to meddle tonight, and that I want fate to decide what would happen to the Zorken and the Shadow Order," she expressed, her eyes softening. "However, it is not my intention to divide the Order."