Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 428

Chapter 428: I have what it takes to be one of the specters

"So? Would you tell me your answer now?"

Silence quickly followed Zoren’s question, snapping Nathaniel back to reality. He slowly peeked at Zoren, only to hear Chunchun purring at him.

’Goodness, my handsome face!’ he yelled internally, reluctantly sitting up. With his hands bound behind him, sitting up was twice as difficult.

Nathaniel might be a genius in his field, but he was no fighter. Even regular exercise was a rare occasion for him — it was a luxury. However, who was he to complain now? Not that he didn’t have the right, but it would only fall on deaf ears.

Once Nathaniel managed to sit up, he faced Zoren again.

Meow.

He flinched when Chunchun purred again as if urging him to speak and not keep her dad waiting. Another deep breath escaped him as he turned his attention back to Zoren.

"Boss—" he cleared his throat when his voice came out crackly. "Ahem! Sir, please don’t burn me alive. I meant no harm!"

"Ignorance is bliss," Zoren lectured calmly, raising a brow. "You operate in the underground, and your money flows illegally. I’d be disappointed if you thought you could dig up information about us and expect to walk away after recklessly revealing what you know."

Information anywhere in the world was crucial.

In the underground, information was especially deadly. This was why Zoren was so focused on keeping his men’s identities protected. They were very strict about it, and Nathaniel should have known better.

In the underground, knowing too little could kill a person or an entire organization. It was just as dangerous when one knew more than they should.

Nathaniel sighed deeply and smiled wryly. "Like I said, sir, I’m a huge fan," he began. "But it’s impossible for someone like me to catch you — I mean, not catch as in arrest — but to get your attention! It’s confusing, but yes! That’s what I’m trying to do. I’m just trying to earn your attention!"

"And you obviously succeeded." A tinge of sarcasm laced Zoren’s voice. "What is your intention of trying to get my attention?"

"I want to join you!" Nathaniel exclaimed, lips stretching into a wide grin, showing all his teeth. "But joining a sophisticated and mysterious group like the Phantom Circle is nearly impossible. I’ve done so much to get your attention, but I never received an invitation from you."

No one could willingly join this group. They get invited — recruited... or so, Nathaniel heard.

Zoren narrowed his eyes and leaned back slowly. He couldn’t see Nathaniel’s expression or the sincerity in his eyes, but after being nearly blind for some time, Zoren had developed a habit of sensing sincerity without needing to see someone.

"Ah," Zoren responded, his tone indifferent. ’Those were the times my health started deteriorating.’