Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 803

Chapter 803: She better stay dead

[FLASHBACK]

The sound of things crashing violently to the floor echoed through the CEO’s office at Pierson Corporation. Benjamin, who was standing outside the office, flinched at the noise coming from Zoren’s office.

"Oh, no!" he panicked, rushing toward the door with a few staff members and bodyguards to check what was happening. After all, there were only two people inside: Zoren and Dean.

Zoren had sent everyone away when Dean came to see him. Initially, Benjamin didn’t want to leave Zoren alone, given the heightened tension between Dean and Zoren. But he had no choice—he couldn’t ignore his boss’s orders.

Benjamin flung open the door, wide-eyed. The second his eyes fell on the scene inside, his mouth parted slightly.

"What..." he trailed off, his gaze falling to the floor where everything—papers, pens, small figurines, the telecom—everything that had been on Zoren’s desk — was now scattered around the room.

Slowly, Benjamin lifted his eyes to see Dean still standing in front of the desk. Zoren, however, remained seated behind it.

"Sir—"

"Get out," Zoren ordered without even glancing at Benjamin.

"But—" Benjamin stopped again when Zoren shot him a sharp look, one that was rarely seen. He closed his mouth and nodded reluctantly. "Yes, sir."

Reluctantly, Benjamin reached for the door handle, casting a glance at the others who had rushed in with him. They all took a step back, worry etched on their faces as they glanced at the chaotic scene inside until the door finally shut. Silence lingered for a moment as they all exchanged worried looks.

***

"Are you out of your mind?" Dean hissed the second the door clicked shut, balling his fists at his sides. His eyes burned with fury as he glared at the man behind the desk. "Do you know what you’re doing right now, Zoren Pierson?!"

Zoren’s expression remained unfazed as he studied Dean’s fiery face. "I do."

"Then why do you—" Dean’s breath hitched. He scoffed, feeling lost for words. Talking to Zoren felt like speaking to a wall. It was beyond frustrating.

Slamming his hands on the desk, Dean leaned in until his eyes were level with Zoren’s. "Do you know what this means, Zoren Pierson?"

"Change has always been what you wanted, Dean," Zoren replied indifferently. "I don’t want change. I want destruction... of this family."

"You..."

"If you don’t support my decision, then that’s up to you. However, I won’t change it—even if you jump out of this window right now," Zoren continued, his eyes locked with Dean’s. "My time is limited now. I don’t need to spend it doing things I don’t like."

"Meddling with a stranger’s affairs, marrying a corpse, and stepping down from your position... those are the things you want to do instead?" Dean scoffed. "Uncle, you’ve lost your mind."

"I have... or maybe not yet." Zoren blinked, still studying Dean’s face. "Though I thought you’d be happy to hear the news. I didn’t expect you to get angry."

Dean’s fury only intensified, his fists trembling with anger. The veins on his forehead stood out as he ground his teeth.

"You think I’d be happy with this?" he repeated, ridiculing Zoren. "What a joke."