Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 715

Chapter 715: Z

[PRESENT TIME]

Zoren was only a possible threat, but after a long observation, Slater could relax for a bit. Zoren wasn’t a threat—he could be if he remembered how things went down in the previous life. He was the least of Slater’s concerns... for now.

Despite other concerns, Slater was more worried about the current situation.

"I thought it wouldn’t happen because Penny’s already on it, and she’s not poking her nose into the company much," he whispered, sighing as he glanced at the phone. "But I guess... even with the second life, First Brother’s disposition makes him the big shot in all of this."

With the largest connections in the ports of Anteca, Atlas was surely a catch for those wanting to enter through it. Although the majority of ports in Anteca were publicly owned, Global Prime Logistics was trusted to operate in all port terminals, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to say Atlas had significant control over them. Currently, Atlas was handling a large portion of the exports and imports.

In their first life, that was the main reason the Bennet Family got tangled up in it all. It could’ve stopped if Penny had been locked up and punished. But people from outside prison, including Atlas and Zoren, started digging into it.

"Zoren Pierson," Slater whispered. "He’s the one who blew everything out of proportion. I still don’t know if I should be grateful to him or not."

Another deep sigh escaped Slater as he thought of the past. However, he hadn’t been present for most of it because he had been held captive.

"I’m having a headache," he hissed, snapping his attention back to the phone in his hand. "Gee, what does he want now?"

Clicking his tongue, Slater pressed the call button on the contact labeled Z and held the phone to his ear. It rang only a few times before being picked up, followed by the voice of a woman.

"Hello?"

"..." Slater scrunched up his nose at the greeting, glancing at his phone in dismay. "What?"

"Huh?" The woman on the other end hummed. "You’re the one who called me. What do you mean, what?"

"The old guy from the mechanic shop told me you were asking about me," Slater clarified, irritation creeping into his voice. "What do you want?"

The woman on the other end smirked and chuckled. "I’m simply worried about our little superstars."

"Tss."

"These checks aren’t new. It’s part of the... protocol."

"Protocol my ass—stop stalking me!" he harrumphed. "I gave you all the original copies of my album. What else do you want?"

"Oh, Slater, come on~" the woman cooed. "Am I not allowed to check on you? Especially when you’ve been quite free but wouldn’t even try to visit us in the office?"

Slater’s frown deepened, knowing this woman was simply teasing him. "When I joined this unit, I didn’t sign up for a stalker of a boss."

"Haha. Slater, I’m just worried. I heard you were almost stabbed to death. If you hadn’t been saved, he would’ve mutilated your beautiful face! That bastard... everyone was angry about that, you know? We like to protect your handsome face."

"Seriously?" Slater scoffed. "You really think that fool would get me?"

The woman’s smirk stretched even wider. "Of course not. Otherwise, I’d be very disappointed."

"Tss. I know he’s been following me, and I saw him coming." Slater massaged his nape, tilting his head from side to side. "It’s just that... I forgot my sister was with me, and she jumped in to stop it."

"Either way, you got the vacation leave you wanted, right?"