Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 815

Chapter 815: How can I do it with these people in here?

[Short Flashback]

"Kick Atlas Bennet out of the company and get it done as soon as possible. The pill bottle in front of you will help. You know there’s a quicker and easier way to get there without having to go through the hassle of the natural route."

Stephen sat in a private dining room, his eyes falling on the bottle of pills in front of him. His gaze then shifted to the cell phone just inches from the bottle. No one else was in the room besides him and the cell phone, which had been served along with his tea and the pill bottle by the server.

"That quicker and easier way..." Stephen trailed off, clasping his hands in his lap. "You mean you want me to kill the chairman?"

The voice on the other end of the line chuckled. "Aren’t you a little too direct, Mr. Bennet? I’m not asking you to kill Chairman Bennet. I’m simply... suggesting, and I’m giving you ammunition in case you decide to go that route."

"..." Stephen snorted. "Are you trying to pin all the blame on me?"

"If you can do it without resorting to this, then by all means, Mr. Bennet. However, we both know that taking down Atlas Bennet and snatching his position the natural way is impossible for you."

The veins in Stephen’s forehead protruded, but he couldn’t retort. No matter how much he despised this idea, it was the truth. Taking down Atlas the natural way was impossible. After all, Atlas wasn’t just a clever man—he had been trained by Charles and guided by Haines.

Those two had worked hand in hand in the past for Global Prime Logistics. If not for Charles and Haines, the company wouldn’t have been in a good place when Atlas took over.

"Good luck, Mr. Bennet," the man on the other end remarked meaningfully. "May I hear good news soon. Your son’s fate is in your hands now."

Clack.

Stephen closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. He gripped the edge of the table, feeling his entire body weaken. His head throbbed slightly as he thought of the situation his son had gotten himself into.

"That damn Sven..." he hissed, blaming his son for getting involved with such shady people. If Sven hadn’t gotten involved with them, he wouldn’t be behind bars. Even so, Stephen couldn’t let his son rot in there.

Slowly, Stephen reopened his eyes. His gaze immediately fell on the bottle of pills in front of him, and he sighed heavily again. He reached out for it, staring at it with hesitation in his eyes.

"One pill from this can kill. But don’t worry. What’s good about it is that it won’t leave any evidence because, before the person dies, they’ll expel it from their body before dropping dead. You’ll understand once you use it."

Those were the words the person on the call had spoken earlier.

"He wants me to..." Stephen clasped his hair in distress, feeling his stress levels peak. "... Oh, God."

No matter how much Stephen hated someone, he never thought he could bring himself to kill with his own hands. He would curse and even wish someone dead, but doing it himself was an entirely different matter.

But here he was.

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Seated on the couch, Stephen clutched the bottle of pills that contained a deadly substance.

Could he do it?

’Can I do it?’ he asked himself once again. ’Can I?’

’I can’t do it,’ Stephen told himself, mentally shaking his head. However, as he watched Chairman Bennet struggle with each step, walking with his cane, a thought crossed his mind. ’But he’s old... and no one would suspect if he had a heart attack, would they?’