Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1035

Chapter 1035: Job hunt

[THE BENNET MANSION]

Atlas stopped as soon as he opened the front door, tilting his head to the side. Allen, who was standing outside the house, had his knuckles raised, as if he was about to knock when the door opened.

"Uh, Sir Atlas," Allen awkwardly dropped his hand and held it in front of him. "I was just about to knock, but it seems you’re earlier than I expected."

Atlas didn’t answer immediately, holding his briefcase across his body as he pointed to the side. "There’s the doorbell. Why would you knock?"

"..." Allen’s smile stiffened. "Sir, I’m nervous. That’s why I seem to forget the most menial things."

"You mean the most obvious."

Allen’s smile cracked, but he managed a quick inhale and exhale to compose himself. "Good morning, Sir."

"Morning." With that, Allen stepped aside, and Atlas resumed his steps out of the house. "You’re earlier. I told you I’d pick you up."

"But sir... how can I—" Allen stopped mid-sentence, still following Atlas to the garage. "Sir, how come your driver won’t come anymore? Don’t tell me Stephen Bennet gave him an offer too?"

"He’s on vacation." Atlas stopped and raised a hand at Allen. "I’m driving."

Having said that, Atlas resumed his steps and went to the driver’s seat. Meanwhile, Allen was left standing there, his brows furrowed.

"But it’s been a while since I’ve seen the driver," he muttered, counting the days he hadn’t seen the driver with his fingers.

Honk!

Allen jumped when Atlas honked at him. His face soured, and he dragged his feet as he got into the driver’s seat.

"Sir, how many days did you give the driver for his vacation? How come he hasn’t come back until now?"

"Three months."

"Three—three months?!" Allen gasped, but what Atlas said next almost choked him.

"All paid vacation."

"A three-month paid vacation!?" Allen gasped louder, looking at his boss while Atlas maneuvered the car out of the garage. "Sir, you gave your driver a three-month paid vacation?!"

How come the driver got this deal?! Where was Allen?

"Why are you shocked?" Atlas muttered flatly, eyes on the side mirror. "You also had a paid vacation."

"Sir, when was this?"

"..." Allen deadpanned, staring at Atlas before his heart grew bitter. ’It wasn’t like I wished to be pushed down the stairs! Besides, how come the driver got a three-month paid leave?! I wasn’t in a coma for that long!’

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