Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1497

Chapter 1497: Why did they kill her?

"Yes, sir."

Clack.

Jonathan tossed his phone onto the table in front of him, his face a mix of emotions. He knew Penny or Zoren would make a move—but not this fast.

"Who?" he wondered aloud. "Is it Penelope, or Zoren?"

Did it matter?

He shook his head, dismissing the thought. It didn’t matter. Whoever had made the move didn’t change the fact that Jonathan was still in the clear.

"Good thing I was careful this time," he whispered, imagining what could’ve happened if he hadn’t been prepared.

In his first life, Jonathan had fallen because he’d been complacent. That would not happen again. He’d poked Penny once, and she had returned it ten times worse. He’d tested the waters, and Penny had shown him that testing them wouldn’t just cause ripples—it would cause a tsunami.

Slowly, Jonathan leaned back and rocked his head. "They’re not the only ones who came back wiser," he murmured. "I, too, have prepared for this all my life."

He wouldn’t fall that easily.

Just as he began to calm himself, Jonathan saw his phone light up again. Reaching for it, the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk.

He answered. "What is it?"

There was a moment of silence before a woman’s voice came through.

"So, you already heard?" she remarked. "That one of my bases is currently on fire."

"I was told, yes."

"Were you also told that my men are dead?"

Jonathan raised an eyebrow, then answered slowly. "No."

"Well, that’s surprising," the woman on the other end of the line said, leisurely checking her nails while holding the phone with the other hand. "I thought you’d know that too, since you knew one of my branches was attacked."

"My men come and go in your bases," Jonathan explained, his voice relaxed. "So, hearing that one is on fire would surely reach me. But from the sound of it, you seem to think... I’m involved with their deaths too."

The woman smirked. "Is there a reason for me to suspect you?"

"My answer won’t change anything," Jonathan replied coolly. "If you suspect me, what can I do? I’ve tried my best to please you."

"But so far, I’m not pleased. Your best seems lacking now, Nathan."

Jonathan kept his mouth pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowing. "You have your men around. Why not check who did it?"

"Bold of you to think I’d be making this call without knowing who’s behind the fire," she said with a shallow, amused chuckle. "The person who did it didn’t even try to hide. He wants me to know it was him."

"Him?"

The woman smirked again. "Yes, him. Zoren Pierson."

Jonathan held his breath, his shoulder tensing slightly. He had guessed earlier, but hearing her confirm it was enough to make his body react.

His mind and heart might’ve moved on from the past life, but his body—and the depths of his soul—still remembered the Zoren Pierson of the past.