Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1695

Chapter 1695: The power of love

"No, it’s not them, sir. It was someone else."

The commander studied the man quietly. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." The staff looked at the photos again, then met the commander’s eyes. "I’d know if it was one of them—but it’s neither."

"I see." The commander tilted his head, slipping the photos back into his vest.

As he tucked them away, he gave a glance to one of the men standing beside the chair before turning to walk off.

"Sir, I’ve said everything I know," the staff member said. "Please, just let me go—"

BANG!

The commander stopped mid-step and glanced over his shoulder. All he saw was a thin wisp of smoke rising from a muzzle behind the chair—and the staff’s body slumped lifelessly to the floor. Blood crawled out beneath him, forming a growing pool.

No one reacted. They’d seen this kind of thing before. _{freēwēbnovel.com}

"Jonathan certainly found loyal allies," the commander muttered as he resumed walking out of the vault.

The men followed behind, leaving the corpse without a second glance. This underground space would serve as a tomb—at least until the stench began to rise.

As the commander stepped out of the vault, another man was waiting for him.

"Commander," the armed officer said, falling in beside him. "Our team found data on the owner of the club. It appears he fled the country shortly after the incident involving Jonathan Pierson."

The commander’s jaw tightened. News of Jonathan’s attack hadn’t even reached the public yet. Not a single article had surfaced—thanks to the Pierson Family’s efforts to shut everything down.

"Any footage of who accessed the vault before us?" he asked.

"All recordings from the relevant time frame were professionally deleted, sir," the officer replied. "Our team tried to recover them, but we were too late."

The commander’s expression soured. "That fox... seems he really thought of every angle."

There was a difference between deleting footage normally and having an expert wipe it clean. The latter made recovery difficult. Not impossible—but it would take time.

"Check other cameras in the surrounding area. Jonathan’s people wouldn’t have been able to control them all."

"We’re already on it, sir," the man confirmed, following one step behind.

"What about the group that followed the secret passage? And the team outside?"

"They’re close. We’re still waiting for updates, sir. But based on our estimates, we’ve figured out where the secret path leads."

The commander stopped and turned slightly. "Where?"

"To the street on the other side. Our men are already scouting the area."

"Good." The commander nodded and continued walking toward the exit, heading to where the passage likely emerged.

If their mapping was accurate, they could still intercept the intruders. The chances were low—but even a one percent chance was better than returning to their boss empty-handed.

Once the commander and his escort stepped into the narrow back alley—where several men were already waiting—another subordinate approached. He whispered something into the commander’s ear, who responded with a silent nod.

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