Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 820

Chapter 820: Uncle, are you looking for this?

According to the pharmacist, who was also part of the special unit Slater belonged to, this drug could be mixed into a liquid as it had dissolving properties. It could be added to food or a drink, and the person who consumed it would instantly feel as if they were having a heart attack.

It was just that, there was no waking up.

Just half of it was enough, but an entire tablet was a sure kill. Moreover, if the victim was old—like Chairman Bennet—there would be no way to save them. It was a weapon in drug form, and obtaining it wasn’t easy. Interpol had been investigating it, and because of this drug’s sudden boost in the black market recently, there was a special collaboration of other agencies to track down its main source.

Slater mulled it over for a moment, but his mind was mostly focused on one thing: How did Stephen Bennet get his hands on them?

"One pill is worth millions, but Stephen Bennet has ten of them," he whispered. "Even if he has a lot of money, buying this would drain his pockets."

Slater’s face darkened as he thought about this.

Stephen likely didn’t buy it. Someone else must have given it to him. Who wasn’t the question anymore. Even what Stephen would do with it wasn’t the question.

"First Sven..." Slater whispered. "But I guess it’s Stephen they wanted in the end."

Slater might’ve been quiet all this time, but he had been looking into Sven’s case since Atlas caught him. Although Slater was surprised that Atlas managed to catch on so quickly without any training, he had always known something was off.

He felt it in the pit of his stomach when Sven suddenly confessed.

That guy would deny everything even if caught red-handed. That was how shameless he was. Yet, not only did he confess, but he didn’t complain about anything.

"It’s a good thing I requested that he be moved to the state prison even before his sentencing date," Slater sighed in relief. "In there, I can ask someone to watch him."

After all, Slater knew what power could do. If someone put a hit on Sven’s head, he would most likely die in his cell. Slater didn’t want that guy dead... yet. If anything, he needed Sven until he was ready to talk.

In other words, Sven still had value.

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Hours later...

"Where is it?" Stephen panicked, searching his office for something. "It’s not here."

His complexion turned ashen as his eyes went wide. He had already left the office and arrived home when he realized something was missing. Initially, he searched his home frantically, making everyone look for a small, lean, white pill bottle.

He even searched his car, but it wasn’t there. So, Stephen had no choice but to drive himself back to the office because his driver had already gone home. These were the only places he had been.

"I thought I felt it when I left the Old Residence," he murmured, touching his blazer and checking his inner pockets. "How come..."

’I’ll just tell them I forgot something and retrieve it without alerting the chairman,’ he reasoned, convinced there would be no problem going back to the Old Residence. Even if he was found, he could easily say that he disowned Sven and came back to inform the chairman about that.

Stephen could use any excuse—anything! But he needed that bottle with him. _{ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com}