Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1018

Chapter 1018: die with dignity

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"Heh! Those losers!" Stephen scoffed as he arrogantly walked into his new office. His cunning smirk was plastered across his face until he closed the door behind him.

Click.

"Hah..." Stephen pressed his back against the door, exhaling heavily.

This had become a habit of his since the beginning of the scheme Charles had concocted. He would always find himself breathing in and out the moment he was alone. However, he had to admit that acting in front of everyone was getting easier.

Once his heart rate stabilized, Stephen patted his chest and nodded at himself. When he looked up, his eyes scanned Atlas’s office, which was now his. Unlike the minimalist design Atlas had during his tenure, he decorated the office to his liking.

"It’s more perfect like this," he told himself, giggling a bit, feeling briefly happy about it.

Even though it was part of their plan, this was still huge! Now that he was getting the hang of it, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of realization and satisfaction.

"Hihi..." His giggling stopped when he realized that his happiness was genuine. "Ahem!"

Stephen straightened his back and cleared his throat. He walked to his desk with dignity and pride. And when he sat down, the side of his mouth stretched from ear to ear.

"Heh," he smirked, appreciating his surroundings. "I am the head..."

RING!!

"Oh, my goodness! That scared me!" Stephen almost jumped out of his seat when his phone rang. He instinctively clasped his chest, his eyes shaking as they landed on the desk drawer. There was only one phone inside the drawer, hidden in a secret compartment.

"How did he know I was here?" he wondered to himself, scrunching his nose in confusion before he panicked. Stephen looked around nervously, thinking that this office might be tapped or that there were hidden cameras. Otherwise, how would Charles know he was in the office to call him?

’If there were cameras, did he just see me grinning just now?’ he wondered, shaking his head as he realized he had to get the phone, since it couldn’t just keep ringing. Although the default ringtone wasn’t loud in reality, to Stephen’s ears, it was blaring.

Weren’t they being careful!?

After a minute, he grabbed the phone and leaned back in the swivel chair to hide himself. His actions were becoming more natural, like muscle memory.

"Hey there!" Charles’s lazy voice greeted the moment the line connected. "How are you faring?"

"Charles, did you plant spy cameras in my office? How did you know I was in the office when you called?" he asked curiously, just in case he needed to act more properly. ’I take it back. Acting isn’t getting any easier.’

"Why would I put a camera in your office? To watch you do what? Celebrate your win?"

"So you really set up hidden cameras?" Stephen pressed.

"Huh?" Charles was briefly confused before a wicked smirk appeared on his face. "Wait, are you really celebrating?"