Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1011

Chapter 1011: Benjamin’s cousin

"You told her about it, huh?" Atlas walked beside Zoren, holding a glass of wine, as the latter stood on the garden porch, watching his wife host a wrestling match.

As usual, Penny started a bet among the bodyguards.

Zoren glanced at his first brother-in-law and smiled. "I’m sorry, I can’t lie to her. She’s my wife, my companion in life, and..." he trailed off, setting his gaze on where his wife was happily cheering on the sidelines. "...and the love of my life."

"The last part is unnecessary. You could’ve just said she’d figure it out with that dinner mom threw," Atlas coldly commented, shifting his attention to the wrestling match from a short distance. "Just look at her. How could she let her pets see such a violent environment?"

Zoren’s brows rose, gazing at Renny and Chunchun, who were idling right beside Penny. He couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking that Atlas was quite strange sometimes. Except for Penny, everyone he had ever met was a little cautious or utterly terrified at the sight of Renny.

"You really are siblings," Zoren blurted out quietly, earning Atlas’s attention again.

"Of course we are. We’re womb mates."

"What I’m saying is that, just like her, you weren’t scared of Renny."

"Why would I be scared of it?" Atlas was utterly confused. "It’s just a cat... a big one."

Atlas set his eyes back on the black cat beside Penny, reminded of a different pet from the past. "She once had a mouse the size of a cat. Dad got her one."

"..." Zoren opened his mouth but then closed it again. ’It’s not like he mistook Renny for just a simple cat with an abnormal size as Mouse? Impossible. Atlas is the smartest man I have ever met in this life.’

Zoren decided to discard that idea, as he deemed it impossible. If anyone looked at Renny, even if they weren’t experts, they’d know it was a black panther.

"Anyway, about what I said earlier..."

"Don’t worry." Zoren flashed him a reassuring smile and nodded at him. I didn’t tell her your suggestions. I thought you wouldn’t want her to know."

Zoren could’ve sworn that Atlas faintly heaved a sigh of relief. Although Atlas maintained a poker face, Zoren was sure his first brother-in-law had just shown a different reaction than usual.

"Good," was all Atlas said, setting his eyes on the wrestling match. "I hope they soon realize that Penny just started this wrestling match because she wants to earn quick cash."

"They’re having fun. I’m learning."

"Learning about what?"

"These types of games," Zoren clarified. "I think it’s a good motivator since they also spar as part of their regular training. I think adding bets isn’t so bad at all."

"..." Atlas studied Zoren’s side profile until the latter noticed. "You are doomed."

"Why am I doomed?"

"Because you’re getting influenced by her—not just the good influence, but the bad ones." Atlas shook his head. "Whatever. Do whatever you want. I’m here."

Zoren’s brows rose a little, tempted to ask what that meant. But before he could, Atlas already added,

"Over a decade ago, my siblings and I made a promise to each other. We all swore to be what we aspire to be and reach our goals in life. What I told them is that... I’d be the First Brother." Atlas slid his eyes to the corner where Zoren was. "The brother who would give them the confidence to do whatever they wanted because they had a fallback. It’s the same for you since you’re part of the family."

Zoren couldn’t help but smile subtly, watching Atlas look away from him to watch the wrestling match. Atlas said all that with a straight face, but Zoren felt the sincerity in it.

"Thank you," Zoren nodded in appreciation. "Then I hope you don’t mind if I rely on you for a little while."

"Just do whatever you want," Atlas repeated sternly as he lifted the glass of wine to his lips. "Like I said, I’m here."

With that, the two of them watched the wrestling match while Penny collected the betting money, acting like a thug when they gave their money reluctantly, as if she had done it countless times before. This time, after all, the betting money was huge because Hugo and Mark were going to fight each other.

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Meanwhile... in the living area, Old Mrs. Pierson, Charles, Allison, and Haines gathered.

"HAHA!" Old Mrs. Pierson laughed as she listened to Haines’s side of the story about his date with Mildred. "I knew it—you two are a good match! It’s actually Penny’s idea!"

Haines’s brow twitched. "It was... Penny’s idea?"

"..." Haines studied everyone’s faces, realizing saying such praise about Mildred when Allison was here was not a good idea. ’I’m screwed—Mildred and I.’