Pampered By My Three Brothers: The Return Of The Neglected Heiress - Chapter 688
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Chapter 688: I’ll take care of him now
Meanwhile…
Sven paced back and forth in his room, constantly running his hands through his hair and biting his thumb nervously.
“They’re going to investigate,” he breathed out. “Did he die? Did he?”
Sven clasped his hair together, his entire body feeling cold and numb as it shook uncontrollably. Last night, after hitting Allen in the head, he didn’t immediately fall. If anything, Allen held on to the railing tightly as he felt dizzy from the attack.
[You… thief. Sir… Atlas… is gonna hear this.]
Sven froze as he remembered the words that had come out of Allen’s mouth after he had been struck. If Allen hadn’t said that, then… Sven wouldn’t have had to resort to a violent course of action.
“It’s his fault that I freaked out,” he mumbled to himself, wiping his face as he paced back and forth again. “It’s his fault. All I wanted was to talk — he shouldn’t have followed me. He shouldn’t have been there to begin with.”
If Allen had just talked to him and hadn’t threatened him, then Sven wouldn’t have pushed him off like that. They could’ve resolved it. Pushing Allen off the stairs hadn’t been part of the plan, but Sven had intended to incapacitate him so they could talk.
Sven could’ve talked to him and convinced him not to tell Atlas. But Allen was careless. He pushed Sven to the edge, cornering him, and Sven had no choice.
“It’s his fault,” Sven mumbled. “If he had only shut his mouth, it would’ve been good for both of us.”
He was sure that Allen would’ve understood Sven’s dilemma. After all, if this reached Atlas, Sven would be the one in the hospital. Worse, he would’ve ended up in the morgue!
“Ah, shit!” Sven closed his eyes, his stress level steadily rising.
After a moment, Sven stopped as his breath hitched. His lips quivered, and his entire body shivered at another thought that crossed his mind.
“They’d kill me,” he whispered. “They will kill me.”
Slowly, Sven turned to his phone on the bed with wide eyes. He held his breath, staring at the screen that had lit up.
“The security guard,” he breathed out. “He saw me, right?”
Sven gulped nervously, hearing it echo in his ears. He kept his dilated eyes on the vibrating bed, and after a second, he jumped and turned around. Quickly, Sven went to his closet, took out his luggage, and grabbed a handful of clothes to toss in.
This was bad, he thought. He had been so focused on Allen that he hadn’t had time to think about the security guard. If that guard started talking, even if he hadn’t seen what happened, once he mentioned Sven, it would be over for him.
“I can’t let that happen,” he told himself, zipping up his luggage in a hurry. “I have to get away. As far away as possible from here.”
If Atlas mercilessly kicked him out, then he would surely get locked behind bars. Sven wouldn’t let that happen. Therefore, in his mind, while they hadn’t figured it out, he had to go away. While there was still time, he had to leave the country. Otherwise, he would spend the rest of his life in jail.
Sven would rather die than live in prison. He would not survive there.
But just as Sven was packing his things, he heard a voice.
“Packing up after you screwed up?”
Sven’s entire body froze in an instant, his breathing stopping. He knew that voice. It was the same voice he had been in contact with since accepting the invitation he received. How did the call get through? Slowly, Sven turned his head, his dilated and shaky eyes on the bed where the phone lay.
His mouth opened and closed, but to no avail. His voice wouldn’t come out; he was terrified.
“Haha…” a low chuckle came from the other end of the line. “Sven Bennet, you… messed up.”
Those words were akin to a snap of the fingers, waking Sven from his muddled thoughts. Without thinking, he rushed to the bed, kneeling beside it.
“Sir — I mean, boss, please don’t do this. I’m so sorry, okay?” he panicked. “I swear everything was according to plan! But… but… that guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I did what you told me to, and I even took care of him!”
“And how about the security guard?” the man cooed, his tone more relaxed — a tone someone uses when they know they aren’t the one in trouble. “Did you take care of him?”
Sven’s mouth quivered as he gulped. “I’ll take care of him now.”
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“How? It looks to me like you’re not planning to do that.”
Sven’s breath hitched as he looked back at his luggage. His complexion drained even more as he glanced around his room, wondering if he was being watched. He shifted his eyes to the windows, tempted to close the curtains. But before he could act on that thought, the man on the call spoke again.
“Thinking of closing the curtains so I won’t see you?” he guessed, chuckling as if that idea amused him.
“No — no, sir,” Sven breathed out, clasping the sheet tightly as his heart raced. “No. I just got scared… but I’ll do it properly. Please… give me a chance. I’ll correct it. Didn’t I send you the file — I sent it last night, didn’t I?”
His brows rose as hope shimmered in his eyes, praying that the success of last night would at least give him some leverage. Even though he failed, it wasn’t a complete failure, right?
“Yes… the file… hmm…” the man hummed a long tune, his tone only adding more anxiety to Sven. “That file is useless.”
“What?”
“Sven Bennet, just how hard is it for you to get a copy of Atlas’s database that you ended up copying some other useless file?”
“But sir, that’s impossible!” Sven shook his head. “I did what I could, and there’s no way I would’ve made a mistake! The only mistake I made was getting caught by Allen — that’s it! I’ve taken care of it, and I will take care of the security guard too!”
“And how are you going to take care of the witness?”
“I will…” Sven trailed off, holding his breath because the first image that came to mind was of Allen after he had fallen down the stairs. His heart stopped for a moment as he rocked his head in understanding. “He’s old… so no one would suspect if he run into a little accident, right?”
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