Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1596

Chapter 1596: Atlas cries?

Meanwhile...

Zoren and Atlas met at one of the construction sites slated to become one of the country’s biggest shopping centers. A project under Pierson Development Corporation. After spending the entire morning inspecting the site and discussing business with their partners, Zoren excused himself briefly.

But when he returned, he found Atlas standing in the empty lot next to the unfinished building.

"First Brother?" he called out, his steps slowing as he heard the loud, harsh whirring of a chainsaw.

Atlas pulled the cord as if testing the machine.

"..." Zoren’s confusion deepened, and he slowed even more.

He looked around the empty lot. No one else was there. Their bodyguards were already waiting outside the site, and the builders were working up in the structure.

"First Brother, I think that’s dangerous," he warned, just as Atlas yanked the cord again.

This time, the chainsaw roared to life.

A glint flickered in Atlas’s eyes as he straightened up, gripping the chainsaw firmly so he wouldn’t drop it.

"Zoren." His voice was quiet and cold, yet it reached Zoren’s ears clearly.

"Yes?"

"Didn’t you mention not long ago that I barely reach past your shoulder?" Atlas’s gaze slowly dropped to the chainsaw.

Zoren froze. His breath hitched, and his shoulders tensed. His eyes were glued to the running chainsaw, a bead of sweat snaking down his neck.

Slowly, Atlas turned to face him, as though he had just decided to amputate the man. Maybe that would teach Zoren never to bring up height again.

But by the time Atlas turned around, Zoren was gone.

"Hah." Atlas scoffed, staring at the empty space. "Guess that warning is enough."

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SLAM!

Angel flinched as the car door slammed shut. He glanced over his shoulder, brows furrowing at the sight of Zoren’s pale face, paler than usual.

"Sir, are you alright?" he asked with concern. "Did you see someone? Was there a threat at the site?"

Panic crept into Angel’s chest as he glanced out Zoren’s window, only to see Atlas casually walking away.

"Let’s go," Zoren said blankly, his voice tight. "And remind me never to talk about height again. Ever."

"..." Angel’s expression twisted in confusion, but he signaled the driver, who started the car at Zoren’s command.

"Sir, did you... say something about Sir Atlas’s height?"

Zoren didn’t answer—but he didn’t need to.

Angel might not be close to Atlas and rarely spoke to him, but after spending years with Penny, he was well aware of Atlas’s quirks—and what could possibly set him off.

"Sir, I’m here to protect you, but please... stay safe," Angel muttered sincerely. "Otherwise, I’ll have to ask Penny if shielding you from Sir Atlas is part of my job description."

Zoren sighed and leaned against the door. "I’m getting too comfortable with him. I wonder if those rumors about our love affair bother him or not."

"They do," Angel said quickly, meeting Zoren’s eyes. "Anyway, Sir Benjamin left a message. He said Sir Finn stopped by your office."

He was going to cut off my legs, for sure.

[Back to the Correctional Facility]