Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 591

Chapter 591: It was all futile

"Where were you in my first life?"

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[FLASHBACK]

"Argh! Who are you?!?" Nathaniel growled, trying to break free from the chair to which he was bound. His eyes were blindfolded, giving him no idea who the people who raided his place and abducted him were. "Hey! You cowards! Why don’t you show yourselves, huh?!"

"Cowards! Scared that once I see you, you’d be dead meat?! Hah!"

Nathaniel ran his mouth on and on, unafraid that something would hit him and hurt him. Little did he know, Zoren was standing several steps away. For the next ten minutes, Nathaniel’s fierce remarks echoed in the small, old apartment, and nothing else.

"Sir." Mark approached Zoren’s side, studying the latter’s profile.

Zoren didn’t speak for a while, tilting his head slightly as he observed the person who had put Penelope Bennet in that hole. He squinted a little, unsure of what he was looking at. According to their investigation, this guy was Penelope Bennet’s friend. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

Nathaniel had approached Penny under the guise of a friend; she had no idea he was part of an organized group. He also held a significant position in the organization he belonged to. He was important—rich, with a legitimate business, living in a high-end, exclusive condominium.

Zoren had already formed an impression of the man before this encounter. However, now that he was staring at Nathaniel face-to-face and listening to all of his remarks, that impression shattered.

"I said, show your face, you cowards—" Nathaniel’s breath hitched when he heard a man’s deep voice speak quietly.

"Take it off."

Mark lowered his head and, without a second hesitation, glanced at one of the men on standby. Another man marched to Nathaniel, standing behind him before removing his blindfold.

Nathaniel hissed and shut his eyes, a reaction he thought necessary for the sudden light. To his surprise, when he peeked, the lights were dim, and someone was standing in front of him. Slowly, he widened his eyes and furrowed his brows.

"Zoren... Pierson?" he called, but Zoren’s expression didn’t change. Nathaniel let out a scoff and laughed. "Mr. Zoren Pierson — what a surprise!"

This was the first time Nathaniel and Zoren were meeting. However, Nathaniel recognizing him didn’t surprise Zoren. Information was Nathaniel’s forte, and it was expected that he had done his research on Zoren Pierson — the most powerful man in Anteca.

Nathaniel relaxed his shoulders as if having Zoren here was not something to fear. "So, what do I owe this meeting, Mr. Pierson? If you want to avail my services, you could have just called me. You didn’t have to take me here."

"..." Zoren didn’t answer but kept his gaze fixed on Nathaniel. After a second, he raised a hand and opened his palm.

Nathaniel’s brows rose as he watched Mark approach Zoren and place a pistol in his palm. Instead of showing panic or fear, Nathaniel simply let out a faint, dry laugh.

"You’re going to kill me, huh?" Nathaniel ran his tongue across his inner cheek, rocking his head as if he had seen this coming. "Alright."