Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1218

Chapter 1218: Told you it wouldn’t work.

"I said do it!"

Hugo flinched slightly before nodding. "Fine, fine. I’ll do it."

"Keep your hands in the air where I can see them while you walk away," the man warned, pressing the knife closer to Atlas’s neck until a thin line of blood dripped from his skin. "Don’t even think about trying anything."

"I’m not," Hugo exhaled, keeping his hands raised as he carefully turned. Each step was slow, ensuring his hands remained visible. However, with his back to the man, his eyes darted around, calculating his next move.

As Hugo moved cautiously, the man followed, keeping Atlas under his blade.

"They won’t untie them," Atlas murmured, keeping pace despite the sting on his neck. "Even if you kill me, they won’t."

"Stop talking!"

"I’m telling you, you’re wasting your time." Despite the pain, Atlas turned his head slightly, letting the blade graze his skin. "Do you know why?"

The man didn’t answer, his gaze locking onto Atlas’s—eyes unshaken, void of fear.

"Because the person left with your friends is my sister," Atlas clarified. "She’s probably planning my murder right now, so if she hears I’m being held hostage and that releasing your friends is the only way to save me, she’d probably help you behead me."

"What—"

"I’m not joking," Atlas added, looking away. "You’ll see."

The man furrowed his brows, his grip tightening. However, assuming Atlas was just trying to distract him, he quickly shifted his gaze back to Hugo—only to realize Hugo was already a step away from the intercom.

"Make the call," the man ordered. "Now!"

Keeping one hand raised, Hugo reached for the telephone and carefully placed it to his ear. With his free hand, he pressed a button.

"Uh... Penny," Hugo exhaled, his voice ringing through the aircraft. "Someone got First Brother. Looks like we missed one."

The man nodded in satisfaction, jerking his chin at Hugo to continue.

"He’s demanding that we release his team. Now."

"You’ve got a few minutes before I stab this guy to death!" the man shouted. "Don’t even think about stalling."

"Do not stall. Just do it," Hugo repeated before setting the intercom back in place. Raising his hands again, he locked eyes with the man. "I did what you asked. Now keep that knife away from his neck."

"Hah! Stay back!" The man barked while backing away. "Stay where you are. Until they’re released, you’re not moving an inch."

"Hugo," Atlas called, his voice calm despite the situation. "If he kills me, make sure his life becomes a living hell."

"No," Hugo whispered, his gaze never leaving the man. "He’s not going to kill you."

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