Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1700

Chapter 1700: Hypnosis

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Finn stood before the wall, studying it in silence. Penny and Zoren had already left—Penny was going to try hypnosis. She had never done it before, but she had studied it out of morbid curiosity.

So, Finn was here to analyze everything with fresh eyes.

"..." He walked to another area, tracing a particular detail about the Smith Family.

Finn paused, eyes on the little photo of Cassandra.

"Even if I’m disappointed in her, this is still too cruel," he whispered, pressing his mouth into a thin line as he studied it, refusing to let his emotions take over. _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}

Deep lines appeared between his brows as he tilted his head. His eyes darted between scattered details that weren’t yet connected. After all, based on the vault photos, the road map was originally disorganized—at least compared to how Penny had tried to arrange them.

"Wait a second," he muttered, taking out a pin and moving the photo next to the Smith Family tree. He then stepped back to take a better look at it.

Silence filled the study room as Finn stared at the wall.

"No," he whispered, shaking his head slightly. "Don’t tell me he specifically chose the Smith Family because... of me?"

Because Cassandra had been Finn’s wife in his previous life—and Finn had betrayed Jonathan. So, in his twisted logic, Jonathan chose to use Cassandra as the scapegoat to divert enemy attention from the Bennets. While the hit on Nina might have been for a different reason, the result was just as twisted.

Using his ex-wife as a sacrifice for revenge against Finn’s betrayal, and ending Nina at the same time. Surely, Jonathan had planned for Finn to wish he had died in that accident.

Finn’s hand balled into a tight fist.

"He may not be Penny’s enemy in this lifetime," he whispered, "but he’s definitely mine."

His heart swelled with rage, his breathing constricted. He closed his eyes and tried to contain the turmoil, shaking his head.

"Don’t get too emotional now," he reminded himself. "This is the least I could do."

Penny and Zoren were attempting to unlock the latter’s memories. Whether it would succeed or not didn’t matter. What mattered was that they were trying. So Finn would continue analyzing until the Bennet brothers arrived.

When he opened his eyes again, a glint of determination flickered in them.

He cleared his throat and shifted his attention to the rest. With so much information and so little time to organize it coherently, Finn walked back to the desk and picked up a note and pen.

Then he returned to the wall and began jotting down what he could piece together from this grand scheme Jonathan had been plotting.

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Some time later...

Dean looked up at the window, exhaustion etched across his face. The travel time had been longer due to several reroutes, just in case. But it wasn’t the travel that drained him—it was the silence that amplified everything.

The silence of the three Bennet brothers was followed by the crash of adrenaline leaving his system.

It reminded him of what had just happened tonight.