Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1698

Chapter 1698: the why, the how, the what, and the who.

"I heard that."

Finn gazed at the couple with a shallow breath before his eyes shifted to the papers and pictures plastered on the wall. He resumed his steps, approaching them. He stopped a few steps from Zoren, eyes still fixed on the wall.

"That’s... what Atlas and Dean found?" he asked, finally moving his eyes to the couple.

Penny rocked her head. "We’re analyzing it until they reach home."

"You might want to focus on that area," Zoren pointed in a direction. "That’s where the information about Nina’s bounty was."

Finn didn’t flinch, already aware of that. Well, Zoren had called him earlier and told him the general information. In other words, he was already aware of what they had found out. But then again, Finn knew that Jonathan wanted to harm Nina.

He approached the area Zoren pointed at, his expression cold at the information about Nina’s hit.

"Where’s my sister?" Penny asked, staring at Finn’s back.

"Home," he muttered. "All your bodyguards were on her, so she’s going to be fine. I didn’t want to wake her up."

He paused, looking back at her. "Today’s already long, Penny. Especially after she heard your conversation with Priscilla Reed."

"..." Penny kept quiet and then shrugged. "The men I placed to guard her are people I trust."

"And if you trust them, then I trust them as well." Finn then set his attention on the information. "What does this mean?"

He pointed at the note written on the side—although it was actually a photo of a note taken from the underground vault.

"It means you can’t change it," Zoren explained. "It’s a symbol an assassin group writes, which means even with the bounty, it’s not to be bought by someone else."

"It basically means it’s set in stone. And the one underneath it is the date of when this would be executed," Penny added.

The couple had been involved in the underground one way or another to know such lingo and gestures.

Finn’s expression hardened at the information. He drew a deep breath, eyes on the date underneath it.

"It’s going to happen in a week," he whispered, his eyes glinting. "One week."

His heart clenched at the thought, unsure if this was a good thing or a terrible one. It was good that they found out about it a week before the execution date. But then again, the stakes just rose from low-mid to high.

"I know... he made it clear that he’ll kill her," he whispered, his hands balling into tight fists. "But—"

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