Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 689

Chapter 689: Struggle has always been part of human instinct

"He’s old... so no one would suspect if he had a little accident, right?"

A moment of silence filled the air as the other man on the line didn’t speak. Meanwhile, Sven’s face remained blank, but he knew what he had said was something he was willing to do. It was something he had to do.

After all, his life was more important.

When Sven first found the suspicious card in his car, he had been skeptical. He didn’t want to think about it, didn’t even consider it at first. But because of Atlas and Chairman Bennet’s arrogance, anger and vengeance blinded him.

Sven knew he’d settle scores, whether or not the card was just a silly prank. However, after calling that number and making contact with this person, Sven didn’t realize what kind of trap he had walked into.

Only now, after everything that had happened, did he realize it wasn’t just a hole he jumped into. It was quicksand. The more he struggled, the faster it would pull him under. This realization came too late, and now he had no choice but to do what he was told.

"Hahaha!" Out of nowhere, just as Sven was thinking about how to deal with the witness from last night, the man on the other end of the line burst into laughter.

Sven furrowed his brows, staring at the phone in confusion. ’Did I say something funny?’

"Oh, Sven Bennet," the man said, as his laughter subsided. "You’re a little amusing. It just shows you deserve a second chance."

"A second chance...?" Sven asked, still confused.

"Haha. You messed up, but I’m just kidding. You’re not in trouble... yet."

Sven’s brows furrowed even deeper. "So the file —?"

"They’re just as useless as I said before, but that isn’t your fault," the man replied. "From what I heard, Atlas had something installed yesterday to prevent a data breach."

"Uh..." Sven’s mouth opened slightly, unsure if this was good news or bad.

"Don’t worry about the security guard. I’ve handled it."

"You did?"

"Of course! If I hadn’t, the police would’ve already barged into your home and taken you away."

Sven closed his eyes and exhaled sharply, his entire body feeling like it had thawed. All his strength seemed to slip away, and before he knew it, he had melted onto the edge of the bed and down to the floor, his forehead resting on the mattress.

"But don’t relax yet," the man continued. "Although I’ve taken care of things for now, there’s still something else you need to do."

"Anything!" Sven blurted out, lifting his eyes to the phone. "I’ll do anything! Whatever it is!"

The man on the other end smirked. "That little assistant... he’s still breathing. Even though he’s in a coma, you wouldn’t want him waking up and running his mouth, would you?"

"..."

"Get it done, and make sure you don’t screw this up," the man added, his tone shifting to a more serious one. "Don’t waste the second chance I’m giving you, Sven Bennet."

Sven opened and closed his mouth before finally stuttering, "Y-yes. I won’t mess this up this time."

"Good boy."

The call ended abruptly, with no further pleasantries. It took Sven a moment to realize the conversation was over, and that, for now, he was safe.

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