PAMPERED BY MY THREE BROTHERS: THE RETURN OF THE NEGLECTED HEIRESS-Chapter 1811: Anger from a failure

[Mansion]

Nathalie idled in the mansion’s pavilion, seated on the concrete railing, casually tossing some feed into the still pond that surrounded it. When she sensed someone’s presence, she couldn’t help but hum slightly.

"Doesn’t this place look just like my home?" Her voice was calm and soothing. "Zorken, Shadow Order... they truly want identical things, don’t they?"

"Me, Naylani, Noel..." she whispered. "As it is amusing, it is repulsive."

The butler who had come to the pavilion stopped a few paces from her. He studied her calm side profile, unfazed by everything currently happening outside the mansion.

"Madam," he called quietly. "Our men sighted Zoren Pierson."

Nathalie’s brows rose as she paused in tossing the feed. After a second, she resumed her activity.

"Is that so?" she hummed. "Capture him. I want him alive."

"He’s headed this way."

"This way?" Her right brow arched even higher as she turned to the butler. "Here?"

The butler nodded. "Yes, Madam. Straight to the entrance."

"Hah." Nathalie rocked her head and chuckled in amusement, the corners of her lips curled into a smirk. "He is always so daunting, then and now. Don’t open fire—let him in."

"Madam." Concern shone in the butler’s eyes upon hearing her order. "If your suspicion is correct and that he also carries the memories of your first life..."

Nathalie chuckled, leaning her back against the pillar, and then looked at the butler. Her dark eyes assessed him from head to toe.

"Gilbert, thanks to you, I was able to avoid Nathaniel’s plans," she remarked. "Had it not been for you and your loyalty, I wouldn’t even know that such a phenomenon happens."

Slowly, she looked away. "Going back in time... to correct what should be fixed. How nice would it be if I also had the ability?"

But alas, Nathalie wasn’t reborn with memories of her past life.

How she found out was because the butler who had served her from the beginning until the end of her first life remembered his past. Thus, he had told Nathalie about everything that had unfolded and who had ended her in her first lifetime.

Initially, she almost couldn’t believe it.

Tonight, however, just proved everything the butler claimed was true. It wasn’t like this was the only time she had gotten proof.

"It’s alright," she whispered and flashed the old butler a smile. "Thanks to you, we were able to stop any fatal blow."

"Complacency is a fatal disease. It kills, Madam."

"Shadow Order’s saying," she nodded. "I know. However, even if that happens, there’s no more code Zoren Pierson could claim."

Her smile stretched as she turned to the pond. "I killed the head of the Shadow Order, Octavia, and we watched her die. If there was anyone who is being complacent just because they carry their memories of the past, that would be Nathaniel... and Zoren Pierson."

The concern in the butler’s eyes shone brighter, but he didn’t refute that anymore. Instead, he lowered his head and huffed faintly.

"I’ll let them know," he said. "And I’ll prepare the table for you."

Nathalie smiled approvingly and watched him go. As she kept her eyes on his back, the smile on her face faded. Looking away, her jaw tightened as she grabbed another feed, only for her hand to tremble.

’Naylani’s son...’ she whispered in her mind, a glint flickering in her eyes. ’What’s your plan now?’

Unlike Zoren, whom she assumed remembered his past, Nathalie could only rely on the butler’s memories. Knowing herself, she surely must’ve kept some details from the butler.

In other words, there might be some crucial information Zoren knew that Nathalie didn’t. And that worried her. After all, at this point, Zoren should’ve realized that Nathalie had also "remembered" the past.

Yet, he was driving to this mansion through the front door.

’What is it?’ she asked herself. ’What does he know that I don’t? Where is this confidence coming from?’

Myriads of questions filled her mind, but there was no answer. Therefore, she could only wait and meet him face to face to get some answers before killing him.

’Even if I don’t... he’s the one going to fall into this lifetime.’

She may not remember how he ended her, but her heart remembers the lingering anger. Anger from a failure, and she didn’t like that.

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Outside the mansion, multiple trucks came close. As they did, Mark prepared his rifle and shouted,

"Men, we’re close!" He cleared his throat, his eyes sharpening. "Prepare for confrontation."

As he did, weapons were heard clicking as the air around them turned heavier. They kept their eyes ahead, some looking around to see if there were any hidden snipers in the area. The sniper experts in their group also checked through their scopes, counting the enemies they would meet at the front.

Just a few more minutes, and gunshots might deafen them again.

That was, if Zoren’s assumptions weren’t met.

Their plan was simple: go straight to the mansion’s entrance. Zoren assumed Nathalie would welcome him, which they all thought was insane. However, he said if that weren’t the case, then they’d have to force their way in.

Going head-to-head with them with their numbers would be ten times more difficult. However, if they did so, Charles’s team and the others would have plenty of window time to infiltrate the mansion. Still, it was risky.

There was no telling if Zoren could make it out alive, even before the other teams could start moving. They could only hope the other teams would rush and make it in time.

As they came closer, Angel peeled his eyes from the sniper scope and furrowed his brows.

"They’re not doing anything," he blurted out, turning to everyone until his eyes landed on Zoren.

But before anyone could speak, another voice was heard on the radio.

"They’re opening the gates. Don’t lower your guard."

Hearing that, they all exchanged looks until their gaze settled on Zoren. The latter was unfazed, as if he had foreseen this coming.

For Zoren, if Nathalie opened her doors for him, that meant she remembered the past. After all, in the past, she didn’t open her doors and tried to repel him as fiercely as possible.

He nodded. "Do not stop."

With those orders, the trucks continued without slowing down until they passed through the mansion gates.

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[Wild’s Team]

All of them straightened their backs, watching the monitors as they observed Zoren’s trucks drive inside the mansion.

"They did let him in," Lester blurted out. "We can’t follow them inside."

Wild bit the end of his thumbnail. "Damn! What in the world is going on?"

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[Prime Group]

Everyone didn’t stop working, despite seeing that Zoren’s team had entered the mansion. Instead, they worked harder because now, they would lose contact with their team.

Yugi, standing in the middle, pressed his earpiece. "Yes, Mr. President?"

The president talked from the other end of the line, now watching the situation closely.

"I’ve sent the president’s elite squad to the island," he said quietly, his eyes sharp. "They’ll try their best to keep everyone safe."

"Thank you, Mr. President," Yugi nodded, eyes stuck on the big screen. "We’ll try to keep them informed."

But even that, only those on the island would know when this would end—it could be now, or a few minutes later.

Yugi crossed one arm across his chest, his other arm up. His eyes were fixed on the team that entered the truck before their drone was shot down as it came too close to the mansion.

A deep exhale escaped him. "You better come out of there alive... Zoren."

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