Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 707

Chapter 707: Your gaze might dent it.

The table was laden with a feast of various sweets, yet only one person was munching through everything like a king. Despite the sugary spread, Slater’s face was as sour as an unripened tamarind.

"That bas—"

"Slater!"

Slater flinched when he heard Atlas’s voice ring out in the dining room. Turning his head toward the entrance, he arched a brow and watched his eldest brother storm straight toward him. He leaned back when Atlas stood very close, grabbing his arm and inspecting it closely.

Atlas checked Slater’s wrists and arms for any injuries or wounds, taking hold of his other arm to check as well. Given the severity of the accident, Slater should have had a bruise or some injury. But there was none.

"Uh... First Brother?" Slater asked, his voice filled with confusion. "What are you doing?"

Atlas snapped his eyes at Slater, drawing his lips into a thin line. "Where have you been?"

"Huh?"

"Where have you been?"

"Uh... somewhere?" Slater blinked, pulling his arms from his brother’s grip. "First Brother, why are you asking? Since when did you ask where I’ve been?"

Atlas drew a deep breath, trying to approach the matter calmly. "Where’s your car?"

"Why are you looking for my car now?" Slater frowned deeply this time. "First Brother, you’re acting very weird. You’re scaring me—Butler Jen! My brother is turning into a madman!"

Butler Jen, who had just followed Atlas into the kitchen to check on Slater, stopped at the entrance. He darted his eyes between Slater in the chair and Atlas standing beside him.

"Young Master Atlas," called Butler Jen, confused. "What’s going on?"

However, Atlas ignored him and slammed his hand on the table. His action only made Slater jump in his seat in surprise, looking up at his brother with wide eyes.

"Slater, I’m asking you a simple question," Atlas breathed out. "Let me see your car."

"I don’t want to!"

"Why?"

"Why would I show you my car? It looks to me like you want to borrow it!" Slater hissed, now irritated with his first brother. He pushed himself away grumpily and stood in front of Atlas. "First Brother, why don’t you just tell me why you’re treating me like I’m some sort of troublemaker? As far as I know, the troublemakers in this house are now living in Zoren Pierson’s home!"

"I’ll tell you," Atlas muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on Slater. "But first, let me see your car. Why don’t you want to show it to me? Are you hiding something?"

"Oh... I said that out loud, huh?" Atlas blurted under his breath, making Slater gasp even more. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}