PAMPERED BY MY THREE BROTHERS: THE RETURN OF THE NEGLECTED HEIRESS-Chapter 1804: Get rid of him

Nathalie’s eyelids dropped dangerously, her gaze studying the blank look on Jonathan’s face. Amusement flickered in her eyes, and she nodded approvingly. What she had said was true.

If Jonathan hadn’t chosen to be her enemy, he would have been a great asset. After all, everything happening now, and Nathalie’s rise to this point, was largely thanks to Jonathan’s meticulous planning. He had made things incredibly easy for her.

Sadly, he had made his decision to be her enemy, and everyone who chose that path shared the same fate: death.

Pushing herself up, she glanced at the men holding him down. "Throw him in the cell later," she instructed. "He won’t struggle anymore."

She paused, her eyes fixed on him. "Though killing you immediately would be a mercy I’d love to give, I’d prefer you see everything I accomplish. You’ll still be a part of my victory, Nathan."

Slowly, Jonathan lifted his unblinking eyes and met the cruel look in hers. In that second, he lost everything—his entire will to fight.

What was the point?

Why bother fighting?

He had lost the second he first approached her. She had known his plan all along, yet she let him proceed just so she could take every little thing that should have been his.

"Take him," she ordered, and with that, the men pinning him lifted him by the shoulders.

Jonathan didn’t even struggle, as if his entire mind had simply blanked.

Meanwhile, the man who had betrayed him looked at Jonathan apologetically. Seeing Jonathan suddenly lose his will was ten times more heartbreaking for him, but he had no choice. By siding with Nathalie, everyone else would be spared. If he hadn’t, all of them would be slaughtered.

’I’m sorry, Nathan,’ the man thought, lowering his head. ’I... will forever regret this.’

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Slater, meanwhile, watched all of this from the corner. His eyes widened, observing everything unfold until Nathalie whispered something in Jonathan’s ear, and from that moment, Jonathan seemed to have given up entirely.

However, Slater couldn’t dwell on it. When they started moving Jonathan, it appeared they were heading in his direction. Without thinking twice, Slater quickly backed away, rushing from the scene.

’I can’t afford to get caught,’ he told himself, spotting a room and diving inside. As soon as he did, he looked around.

Thankfully, it was empty.

Slater exhaled in relief, resting his back against the door.

"What the hell?" he breathed out after a second, his brows tightly knitted as he recalled what he had just witnessed.

All this time, they knew everything was Jonathan’s plan—the underground vault, the stabbing incident, Shawn—everything. But it seemed Jonathan had also been played.

Slater was aware that Nathalie was cunning and merciless—a pure monster in human clothing. But this? This only showcased just how truly devious the woman was. Not that he felt sorry for Jonathan; that guy deserved this.

But then again, that left Nathalie as the final enemy.

’I guess this isn’t all bad. We’ll now only worry about one enemy,’ he thought, taking out his communication device to update Penny. As he did, he heard footsteps outside, making him pause.

Slater gulped and glanced behind him, then continued.

[Jonathan is caught. I don’t think we need to worry about him anymore.]

He sent the message without a problem, tucking the device away as he drew a deep breath. He waited until the noises outside faded, and as they did, he raised his brows at the room he was in.

The room was dark. He could barely see anything inside, as the only light filtered through the window from outside. Feeling his pockets, he found a small flashlight in his side pocket and switched it on.

As soon as he did, Slater raised the light and paused.

There, in the furthest part of the room, someone was dangling—a few meters above a desk. He slowly raised the flashlight higher and froze, catching sight of an elderly woman hanging.

He had thought it was just a decoration in the dark, but with the light, he could see it clearly. Slater quickly lowered the light, a bit terrified.

"..." He gulped, stabilizing his breathing as the room suddenly felt eerie. But instead of jumping out, Slater lifted the flashlight again at the person hanging by the neck.

The person was an old woman, dressed in a slightly elegant gown. Her curly hair was short, her graying hair still styled. Gathering every ounce of courage, he approached and stopped near her to study the corpse further.

Deep lines appeared between his brows as he raised a hand to block his nose from the stench. It was weird that the stench was only more pungent this close. He didn’t dwell on it as he kept his eyes on the hanging body, to be sure.

’Doesn’t this... look like the grandma?’ he wondered, thinking of the old lady they met in the hut. ’She looks a bit...’

His thoughts trailed off, drifting to Nathalie, Naylani, and Noel’s case. There were many other possibilities, but Slater immediately thought of how the triplets were conceived.

If the Zorken Family did that, was it possible that the Shadow Order had offered the method to do so?

The said family spent their fortune on research, but what if that wasn’t the real case? What if that was just how the story was concocted, but the reality was that the Shadow Order was the one who offered that method?

"The Zorken Family and the Shadow Order needed each other," he whispered. "One for their military power and the other for their resources... now that I think about it, resources for what?"

Slater’s face crumpled as his mind was once again filled with questions. However, he shook his head, not dwelling on it for now.

"This isn’t the time for this," he told himself, snapping his eyes up at the hanging body. He huffed and nodded, turning on his heel to walk away.

This time, Slater didn’t look back or go anywhere else, focusing on finding the wine cellar that would lead him to an underground prison where some members of the Order were being held.

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Meanwhile, Nathalie stood where she was while her men dragged Jonathan away. Once he was out of sight, she turned to the man who had delivered him to her.

"Good work," she mused, patting his shoulder with an approving smile.

The man lowered his head and said nothing. Nathalie just gazed at him before she turned and walked away.

"I’ll be in the pavilion," she said. "Take my visitor in there once you catch him... and also..."

She paused and glanced back at the man who had delivered Jonathan to her. "Get rid of him."

The second those words escaped her, the man perked up, his eyes wide. He turned to her, but just as he opened his mouth, rounds of gunfire rang out in the lobby, riddling his body with nothing but bullets.

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