Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 708

Chapter 708: Promise me.

The incident on the road could just be a coincidence. After all, Slater wasn’t the only one who liked flashy things and drove a red sports car. Whoever it was, Atlas had no idea. However, he firmly believed that Slater wasn’t daring enough to do such a thing.

Not that Slater was a coward... just slightly.

But one question remained: Why did Slater get a copy of the dashcam footage?

Slater winced, looking back at his older brother as if the latter had just caught him red-handed. "He mentioned me?"

"He did. I only have one popular brother whose signature makes people happy."

"First Brother, I’m sure your signature makes people happy—especially if it comes with a raise!"

"Slater." Atlas’s face darkened. "Don’t change the subject. Answer me. Why?"

"..." Slater pursed his lips, looking at his brother as if considering an escape. But with the look on Atlas’s face, he knew his brother would get an answer, even if he had to break him limb by limb.

"Tsk. Fine!" Slater grumbled and sighed in surrender. "I’ll tell you, okay? So stop glaring at me—I might melt."

"Tell me now."

"Tsk." Slater sighed for the umpteenth time, snapping his eyes upward as if to think for a moment. When he locked eyes with Atlas again, he huffed faintly. "When I heard about Assistant Allen and what he did, I couldn’t believe it, okay? Assistant Allen has always been so kind to me. He would tell me if you were in the mood for favors and even sneak sweets whenever he visited, without James knowing. How could someone like that do something so horrible?"

He paused and crossed his arms. "I don’t believe he would betray you and our family like that. But I heard that the investigation is saying otherwise. I don’t like it!" _{ƒreewebηoveℓ.com}

"So?" Atlas arched a brow, studying his younger brother’s reaction and every little movement he made. However, he couldn’t see anything suspicious at all.

"So I’m doing my own investigation!" Slater declared. "I have plenty of time anyway, so I thought I should do something meaningful. I’ve watched enough thriller and suspense movies and documentaries to know what to do."

"..."

"And I’m a genius because I found the blue car—hehe!" Slater grinned proudly, only to clear his throat when Atlas’s expression didn’t change. "That’s why I contacted the owner with James’ help."

He then clasped his hands to his side, his eyes burning with determination. "I will catch the real culprit and clear Assistant Allen’s name. How dare they drag his name through the mud?"

For a moment, Atlas was rendered speechless, even though he had already considered this reasoning. It was still shocking to hear it straight from Slater’s mouth.

’I don’t know if I should be relieved or still upset,’ Atlas wondered, exhaling in relief. "Stop that now, Slater."

"Why?" Slater frowned. "I’m doing this for Assistant Allen. If I stop, people might see him as a traitor, and the company will pressure you to kick out an innocent man!"

"I will not kick him out."

"I know, but the shareholders and the board will surely pressure you to do so! Once the investigation is closed, it’s only a matter of time before those old troublemakers start troubling you again!" Slater reasoned, frowning. "I just want to help you."

He pouted, studying his brother’s exhausted look. "Just look at you. You look like a mess, First Brother, and just now you were losing your temper. You don’t usually lose your temper so easily, but you just did. I thought you were going to punch me."

"..." Atlas pressed his lips into a thin line, seeing the swirling concern and worry in Slater’s eyes. His mouth partially opened and closed, but he couldn’t articulate what he felt.