Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1696

Chapter 1696: Nam

"Told you guys. Should’ve killed me when you had the chance... but then again, the power of love keeps me alive."

The corners of Mint’s mouth hooked up as the loud shouts of police and SWAT rang out from nearby rooms. Her brows wiggled as her eyes landed on the commander—someone whose record she was very familiar with back at the office.

"We finally meet, Commander Nam," she greeted with a smirk. "Not sure if I should salute or squeal for meeting someone as big as you."

Commander Nam narrowed his eyes at Mint. His stoic face darkened, but his breathing remained steady. He glanced over his shoulder—his men already had their weapons drawn, now caught between the approaching tactical team behind them and the lasers trained on their bodies.

He could also hear movement from the secret passage, more weapons being raised, and too many laser sights now dancing across his and his men’s heads. The second any of them twitched, they’d be gunned down.

"So, it was you all along, huh?" Nam snapped his eyes back to Mint. His voice was low, calm. "I didn’t know Jonathan had already reached out to you."

Mint smiled, hiding the truth behind her expression.

Jonathan never contacted her. He hadn’t asked for help—not once. And if he hadn’t been stabbed nearly to death, she was certain he wouldn’t have breathed a word about the underground vault either.

Still, this outcome? She expected it the moment they’d find her here.

"It was a long fight, Commander Nam," Mint remarked. "A long chase. But I guess this is where you run out of fuel."

Nam let out a dry laugh. "I don’t think so—"

In a blink, Nam pulled a pistol from his side and pointed it at his own temple.

BANG!

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Meanwhile...

Dean sat in the backseat, his complexion pale. Slowly, he turned his wide eyes to the Bennet brothers seated in front—Slater behind the wheel, Hugo in the passenger seat. Atlas sat beside him.

When Dean and Atlas had felt the faint rumbling earlier, they didn’t hesitate. They’d grabbed all the documents they could and escaped the motel room. Initially, they worried that stepping out might get them caught—especially since both were recognizable faces from the Pierson Corporation.

But waiting would’ve been worse.

Atlas had immediately contacted his brothers. Dean assumed he was speaking to Hugo—the one giving them instructions on where to go and what to do.

Then he realized it wasn’t Hugo.

It was Slater.

Dean only figured it out when they met in a dim alley, where Slater was already waiting. Not long after, they met up with Hugo and Mint. Which explained why the four of them were now all in the same car.

The Bennet brothers had been silent since they left the scene. Not a word between them.

"Hey," Dean finally broke the silence, his voice jagged. "Are we seriously just leaving that woman behind?"

Atlas side-eyed him. "Why not?"

"What do you mean why not?" Dean furrowed his brows. "Isn’t she Benjamin’s cousin or stalker or... something?"

Hugo turned around with a smile. "Don’t worry about Mint. She’s going to be fine. She didn’t become the head of Homeland Security for nothing."

"I know she’s the head of Homeland Security—but she’s still a woman."

"Say that again after you confess to Penny," Slater muttered from the driver’s seat. "She’ll show you how much bigger her balls are than yours."

Dean scrunched up his nose, glaring toward the front. Atlas and Slater were clearly acting like siblings now. The only odd one out was Hugo—who should’ve been the serious one, given his career.

Instead, there he was, smiling brightly.

Much to Dean’s dismay, Hugo reached over and patted his head.

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