Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 824

Chapter 824: Stick to the plan

"I’m revealing this to you and only you because I want to give you reassurance. I can help you."

Help.

All this time, Stephen had thought he wouldn’t get any help. After all, those people had ambushed him right in front of the police station, erasing all hope for him from the get-go. With how things went down, Stephen believed he was up against a very powerful force.

And if he didn’t listen, his entire world would come crashing down.

They cornered him at his most desperate moment, and taking advantage of this desperation, they extinguished any sight of hope. It was as though Stephen had fallen into a hypnotic trance, unable to see a way out anymore.

But hearing that word, "Help," made him wonder if it was possible.

"Slater..." Stephen hurriedly scooted to the corner of the couch, closing the distance between them. He pointed at Slater’s pocket with a trembling finger. "That—that ID... is it... is it real? It says Homeland Security Special Division—are you really not pranking me?"

"Even if I’m as foolish as you think I am, do you think I’d joke about something like this?"

Stephen gulped. "Are you sure you can help me? I mean, how did you even get in there? You’re a celebrity. How come no one knows about this? No, your father probably knows, huh? Or maybe Atlas—Hugo! He must know, right?"

"Correction, I am an artist, not a celebrity. Even if I’m going to fall into that category, the right term is superstar," Slater corrected. "Second, no, they don’t know. Surprisingly, you’re the only one who knows. I didn’t expect it either, but I’ve already revealed it to you."

"..." Stephen studied Slater with shaky eyes, unsure whether he should fully believe him now. But then again, this was no joking matter.

Slater couldn’t just hold a Homeland Security ID if he weren’t an agent. This agency might not be as well-known as other international ones, but Stephen had heard of them plenty of times in his life. Simply put, Homeland Security was more of an Internal Affairs agency—they were the police of the police. They focused mainly on national security. If this agency was involved, it meant things were bad. In other words, it was huge and serious, and for Slater to be a part of it meant he was skilled enough to be there.

But then again, there was still one possibility. After all, Stephen had never seen a real Homeland Security ID before.

"Is this a prop for a movie?" Stephen blurted out, making Slater frown deeply.

"Uncle, if I killed you right now, would you believe I’m capable?" Slater responded without missing a beat, causing Stephen’s breath to hitch. Rocking his head in satisfaction, Slater continued, "I’m not joking with you. This is not a joke, as you said. It involves the life and death of not just one person, but many. I wouldn’t joke about this."

This time, Stephen straightened his back and leaned back slightly, as if the realization was slowly sinking in.

"I already told you what I can, but I can’t tell you more. However, I’m serious when I say I can kill you, and I can get away with it," he emphasized, locking eyes with his uncle. "I am the only hope you have right now. So, if you want to free yourself from this, I need you to be patient and listen to me without question."

"..." Stephen didn’t answer immediately, holding his breath until he felt suffocated. After that, he nodded, his eyes still locked on Slater. "What do we do, Slater?"

"I haven’t seen this person I’ve been talking to," Stephen continued. "All communication was either by people walking by, telling me that he wanted to talk to me. Then, I would go to whatever meeting place I was told, and there would be an old phone waiting for me."