Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1232

Chapter 1232: Did you like it, babe?

[WARNING: THIS Chapter CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT.]

[FLASHBACK]

When Jonathan returned home after a long time, he had a newfound appreciation for his space. Prison had been terrible, especially with Zoren bribing everyone to ensure he received no special treatment. Fortunately, Jonathan had connections—powerful people whose influence stretched far and wide.

With their help, he had managed to secure some small comforts in prison, and now, he was out on bail.

Jumping onto the couch, he closed his eyes and exhaled in relief. "I missed my place," he muttered, savoring the familiar scent of the couch and the quietness of his home.

This was where he belonged.

After a while, Jonathan cracked one eye open and noticed his assistant standing several feet away. "Why are you still here?" he asked irritably. "Is there anything else you need to tell me?"

"Is there anything else you need, sir?" she asked.

"I just want to rest for now." He waved dismissively. "Get out."

"Alright." His assistant bowed her head. "Your new phone is on the table. If you need anything, just call me, sir."

"Mhm." Keeping his eyes shut, Jonathan listened to the sound of her retreating footsteps.

"Wait."

His command made her stop and turn back toward him. "Yes, sir?"

"Zoren doesn’t know I got out on bail today, does he?" he asked, peeking at her.

"We locked down any information regarding your release. He might still hear about it... if Hugo Bennet fails to kill him right now."

"Ah," Jonathan smirked, even more reassured now that he was safe at home. "I see. How did that man even survive?"

His assistant remained silent until he shot her a questioning look.

"No one knows, sir. All we know is that he appeared out of nowhere and has been working in the shadows. I suspect he faked his death. Otherwise, how could he have been declared dead and then come back to life?"

"That bastard." Jonathan clicked his tongue. "He’s a real thorn in the Bennet brothers’ side."

"He will die," the assistant replied, making his brows rise. "Even if he kills Zoren Pierson, Zoren’s men will hunt him down."

"Haha. I bet they will." Jonathan laughed and closed his eyes again. "And Atlas Bennet?"

"His whereabouts are still unknown, unfortunately. Our men checked all possible locations where Zoren Pierson could be keeping him. Even the syndicate under Zoren’s control near Pierson Island — he’s not there."

Jonathan clicked his tongue. "That bastard really knows how to hide people. And Nina? That bitch — have you found her?"

"I’m sorry."

"Useless." He snapped his eyes open, irritation flashing across his face. "Any other bad news?"

"Madam Naylani was sent to an asylum. However, security there is extremely tight. I believe Zoren has issued a shoot-to-kill order against anyone who tries to get her out."

This time, Jonathan didn’t react immediately. His expression briefly froze, his mouth falling slightly open. When he recovered, he looked away and hummed.

"I see. Forget about her, then. Zoren wouldn’t kill her—she’s his mother. No matter how much he despises her, she’s the only parent he has left. Besides, this is the first time he’s ever rebelled against her... and she did cross the line. I heard she poisoned Grandma."

A moment of silence passed before a quiet chuckle escaped him. Jonathan shook his head mildly, amused by his own thoughts.

"Anyway, go. I’ll call you if I need anything. For now, I need to lay low," he said, knowing his arrest had caused a stir across the nation. He couldn’t just walk around in public.

"Yes, sir."

With that, his assistant finally left, leaving Jonathan alone in the house. He lay on the couch, still chuckling to himself.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and smirked.

"Ah... Zoren," he whispered, his eyes glinting with triumph. "I wonder if I’ll hear news of your death in a few hours."

Another laugh escaped him. He had won.

After all the struggle, the betrayals, and the bloodshed, Jonathan was finally free. Completely free. He might even be able to take over what little remained of the Pierson Corporation. If not, he had more than enough to start fresh in another country.

Jonathan lounged in the living room, basking in the first wave of his freedom. But after a while, he pushed himself up and headed to the kitchen. A feast had been prepared for him. Although the food had gone warm, he still devoured it. Even though he’d managed to get decent meals in prison, nothing compared to the taste of freedom.

Freedom.