Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 849

Chapter 849: It will be me, no one else.

Meanwhile...

Jonathan outlined the rim of the glass with his fingertip, seated alone at a bar counter. The jazz music had been filling his ears, but his expression would tell anyone he was far from enjoying the calm ambiance of the bar.

Just then, a person sat on the stool beside him, sliding an envelope toward him. Jonathan glanced at the envelope before slowly lifting his eyes to the man seated next to him.

"What you’re requesting is impossible at the moment," the man said quietly, signaling the bartender for a drink. After a second, the bartender served him a glass of Scotch, which he casually grabbed and took a mouthful of.

"Impossible?" Jonathan raised an eyebrow at the man, who seemed intent on saying nothing more. "And why is it impossible?"

"Finn Davis is heavily guarded by Prime Group’s elite squad," the man replied in a knowing tone, facing Jonathan squarely. "We’ve done everything we could, but even with a diversion, they wouldn’t let him out of their sight. Even the nurses in charge were inspected, and all the medicines that they were carrying into his ward."

Jonathan’s face twisted in displeasure. "You’ve done everything and still nothing? Isn’t that a little disappointing?"

"We’re giving you aid just as promised," the man said, his tone unchanging. "However, it’s not in the agreement that we’d help you at the risk of our own. Prime Group handles the security for many people."

"That’s exactly the point. Prime Group handles a lot of influential people’s security. However, if they started messing things up, wouldn’t that affect their spotless reputation?"

"Easier said than done," the man took another mouthful and hissed. "If you think it’s that easy, do it yourself. You’re capable, so we’d be pleased if you exercised your capabilities for once. All we’ve seen so far are promises that haven’t materialized and a lot of waiting."

The man then stood up, placing a hand on Jonathan’s shoulder. He bent over slightly, speaking quietly in Jonathan’s ear.

"We’ve been doing our end of the bargain, Jonathan. We’re starting to feel very impatient now. I hope you’ll get things done soon... or at least make some progress. I heard the higher-ups have been talking a lot."

Having said that, the man squeezed Jonathan’s shoulder and walked away.

As for Jonathan, a glint flickered across his eyes. He turned his head toward the man’s retreating figure. The corner of his mouth hooked up, but his eyes were fiery.

"What a bastard," he murmured, chugging down his rum in one go. Hissing in satisfaction, he huffed and irritably picked up the envelope. He casually placed a bill on the counter and walked out of the bar.

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[Outside the Bar]

When Jonathan stepped outside, his car was already waiting for him. Jumping into the backseat, he massaged the bridge of his nose to ease his headache.

"This is annoying," he muttered, snapping his eyes open and gazing at the driver’s seat. "Hey. Hey!"

The driver flinched when he felt a sharp tap from behind him, glancing at the rearview mirror to see Jonathan pointing at his ear.

"Ah," the driver nodded, putting on his earplug to give his boss some privacy.