Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1645

Chapter 1645: A bomb? In my house?

"Jonathan."

Everyone’s eyes slowly dilated as they held their breath, staring at Zoren as if a thousand grim possibilities had just crossed their minds.

But amid the suffocating silence, a sudden noise snapped them back to reality.

Slowly, they turned their heads toward the sound—and there she was, slumped on the floor.

Cassandra.

She stared at them, then at Zoren, her eyes wide with shock. _{freēwebnovel.com}

Zoren arched a brow and tilted his head slightly. "What are you doing here?"

"..."

Cassandra opened and closed her mouth, her brows knitting tightly. She wanted to answer, but her voice caught in her throat. When she finally found her voice, what came out wasn’t an answer—but a trembling question.

"What... what did you do to him?"

Zoren’s expression remained cold, his eyes fixed on her like a devil from a nightmare. But when he turned back to meet his wife’s gaze, his mind involuntarily spiraled back to the events that had just unfolded.

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Earlier...

"Now, make the call."

Zoren nudged the phone toward Jonathan, locking eyes with him. Jonathan clenched his fists, bitterness swelling in his chest.

"Damn it," Jonathan hissed, snatching the phone from Zoren’s hand and clicking his tongue in frustration.

At this point, Jonathan wasn’t sure if he was more angry or embarrassed at how foolish he must’ve looked. He cast Zoren a sharp glare before focusing back on the phone.

Since the device was off, he had to power it back on—and wait.

Zoren stood off to the side, his eyes cold and unblinking. But before Jonathan could do anything further, Zoren heard Mark’s urgent voice in his earpiece.

"Sir, you need to leave right now. We’re going in."

Zoren pressed a finger against his earpiece. "What’s going on?"

Jonathan turned toward him, his brows furrowed. "What’s going on?"

Zoren ignored him and repeated, "Mark—"

"Sir!"

A loud bang cut through the tension as the door was kicked open. Mark appeared in the doorway, panting, his hand gripping the doorframe.

"We have to go! There’s a bomb in the house!" Mark yelled.

For a split second, both Zoren and Jonathan froze in wide-eyed shock.

Then Mark’s eyes shot past them. His breath hitched.

"On your back — WATCH OUT!"

Instinct took over. Zoren and Jonathan dove for cover as gunfire erupted behind them. Mark ducked behind the wall near the entrance, staying low as bullets tore through the air.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Shots shattered the windows, spraying glass where Zoren and Jonathan had been standing moments before.

Mark pressed his back to the wall outside the study, catching a few of those bullets passing through the door to the wall. His earpiece was buzzing with his team’s chatter.

"Found the shooter—he’s retreating."

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