Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 780

Chapter 780: Smart bastard

Meanwhile...

Jonathan massaged the bridge of his nose, trying to ease the throbbing in his head. He had been listening to honks and shouts on the road, which didn’t surprise him, given the heavy traffic. Snapping his eyes open, he turned to his right and saw a motorcycle slowing down right beside their vehicle.

"The family dinner has started... a while ago," he remarked, casting the driver a look. "Is there nothing we can do to avoid this?"

The driver sighed heavily, glancing back at Jonathan through the rearview mirror. "Sir, it’s impossible to go back now, as there are already a lot of cars behind us."

Jonathan looked back, only to see cars stacked behind them. All the lanes were packed and unmoving. Even if their vehicle started moving, it would only be an inch at a time. If Jonathan started walking now, he’d probably have reached his destination faster.

"Such terrible traffic," he murmured, leaning back and staring out the window. ’Was it just a coincidence?’

For a moment, silence filled the car as neither Jonathan nor the driver spoke. It was so quiet they could almost hear each other’s breathing, if not for the occasional honking and curses from surrounding vehicles.

Jonathan tapped his finger on his leg, deep in thought. "How much did he pay you?" was the first thing he said after a long silence.

"Sir?" The driver looked up at the rearview mirror, brow furrowed. He watched Jonathan shift his gaze back to him.

"I’m asking you, how much did they pay you?" Jonathan repeated quietly, his voice carrying a dangerous edge, tinged with amusement. "You wouldn’t have driven me on this road if you didn’t already know it’s notorious for its terrible traffic."

The driver held his breath, staring at the rearview mirror. Jonathan wasn’t looking at him through the mirror; he was staring directly at him.

"I’m sorry, sir." The driver lowered his head apologetically, his lips pressed into a thin line. "I didn’t want to do this, but I didn’t have a choice."

"Pfft—" Jonathan snorted, laughing in amusement because he hadn’t expected this at all. He didn’t expect Zoren to make a move so quickly. So instead of getting angry—since he would surely miss the family gathering at this point—he found it amusing and funny.

It tickled his curiosity.

After all, Jonathan’s first question to the driver was simply a test. He didn’t immediately believe that Zoren had paid the driver. However, after seeing the driver’s reaction, Jonathan was certain that was the case.

"Don’t worry," Jonathan reassured him. "Even if I’m angry about this, there’s nothing I can do. After all, if I killed you here, I’d go to jail. I don’t want to go to jail, so I might as well laugh it off."

The driver didn’t respond, just lowering his head. "I’m sorry, sir."

"Apology accepted." Jonathan nodded, chuckling lightly. "Since we’re both stuck here, you might as well indulge me."