Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1613

Chapter 1613: That

"Butler Jen!"

Allen’s lively voice rang out the moment Butler Jen stepped out of the lift. The latter’s expression lit up as he met the man halfway.

"Butler Jen, this is a surprise! I never thought you’d visit us here—ever!" Allen, Atlas’s secretary even back at Global Prime Logistics, was in awe. "What brings you here?"

He instinctively glanced down, expecting Butler Jen to be carrying packed lunches for Atlas. But there were none.

"Forgive my manners. I came without bringing anything," Butler Jen sighed, prompting a chuckle from Allen.

"That’s alright. It was rude of me to assume." Allen motioned with his hand. "Anyway, please follow me. Sir Atlas is still in a meeting with the CEO, but he said he’ll return shortly."

"Thank you."

With that, Butler Jen followed Allen to the corner office on the floor.

As Allen opened the door, he asked, "Would you prefer tea or coffee?"

"Anything is fine, Sir Allen."

"Hehe. You’re a guest here, and I can finally offer you something," Allen said with a giddy wink. "I’ll be right back. Please take any seat while I prepare it."

"Thank you." Butler Jen gave a polite nod as Allen closed the door. Even after it shut, he looked at it and chuckled softly.

Shaking his head, Butler Jen glanced around the sleek, minimalist office.

"I bet he doesn’t like the interior," he commented, knowing Atlas preferred more old-fashioned designs. But then again, Atlas was adaptable enough to be fine with minimalism, too.

Taking a seat on the sofa, he sat with a straight back and scanned the room quietly. His fingers tapped against his leg as he wondered how long until Atlas came down.

He shouldn’t have wondered — because a minute later, the door swung open.

Butler Jen turned his head, assuming it was Allen returning with the tea. But it wasn’t.

"Sir Atlas," he greeted, rising from his seat.

"You don’t have to stand, Butler Jen," Atlas said, approaching and motioning for him to sit. "Why hasn’t Allen offered you any refreshment yet?"

Butler Jen chuckled. "He said he’ll prepare it just a moment ago."

"I see." Instead of placing down the folder he was carrying, Atlas settled into the one-seater armchair.

Just then, Allen’s voice called out.

"Butler Jen..." he trailed off, pushing the door open with his shoulder as he carefully balanced the tea tray.

Butler Jen began to rise to help, but Allen quickly said, "It’s alright, Butler Jen. Don’t worry. I’ve got it."

"Oh." Butler Jen nodded, watching Allen skillfully balance the tray and reach them without spilling a drop.

"Butler Jen, just let him be," Atlas remarked flatly, eyes still on him. "It’s the least he can do after you saved him from a death sentence."

Allen’s face twitched, but he didn’t argue. He simply served the tea, whispering, "He’s right."

"Haha." Butler Jen chuckled. "Thank you."

Geez!