Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1825

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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.’

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

’He’s going to be fine. He’s a soldier, the best of the best. So, he will be fine,’ was what he told himself, marching to where their little makeshift camp was.

But on his way there, he stopped as someone came up to his side.

"Sir!" The man stopped and leaned closer, making Charles lower his head a bit to listen.

Charles raised his brows and nodded. "Help them all out."

With that, the groups in the area busied themselves with different tasks. Some had already left to join the party in the mansion, others to the other entrances and exits. A very few stayed behind just to make sure they had a place for anyone who would be injured.

After all, they all had to make sure they came back alive.

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Meanwhile, Charles and the soldiers with him stood by the underground entrance. What the soldier told them was that Angelo and his team were able to recover some hostages in the mansion. And that they were heading out to take the hostages out of the danger zone.