Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 819

Chapter 819: Item from the black market

"Hey, aren’t you going to step out and say hi to your mother?" Charles glanced at the driver’s seat where his third son sat, tipping his head toward the entrance. "Come on."

Slater smiled, his eyes squinting slightly. "I need to go somewhere."

"Somewhere?"

"Work."

"You don’t have work."

"Dad, I was on leave because of a traumatic incident. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have other obligations."

"Like?"

"Like... keeping myself fresh? I have a facial session!"

Charles’s face twitched as he studied Slater’s face. Although he didn’t want to admit it, Slater did have good skin. However, even Penny didn’t do things like this. Allison, Jessa, and even Nina had to drag Penny just to come with them. But here was Slater, having an appointment, and never missing a single session at the derma clinic.

"Son, now that I think of it, your job is quite challenging." Charles reached out, squeezing Slater’s shoulder while nodding at him. "It must be hard for you to go to the clinic regularly for something like that."

"..." Slater blinked a few times. "It’s not that hard."

"Well, anyway, good work, son," Charles said, ignoring Slater’s answer as he tapped his son’s shoulder before stepping out of the car. But before closing the door, he paused, looking at Slater. "Slater, you better take care. This absolute trash of a car is very dangerous."

After saying his piece, Charles slammed the door shut and walked off. Meanwhile, Slater’s face twitched as he watched his father approach the restaurant through the window.

"This isn’t absolute trash!" he yelled to himself, looking at the steering wheel and the entire interior. "It’s gorgeous! Don’t they have eyes?"

No matter what, Slater loved his cars, and in his eyes, they were gorgeous and a real beauty. He couldn’t understand why the rest of the family saw it as "absolute trash."

"They don’t have that high of a standard," he told himself, shaking his head. "I get it. My family might excel in one thing, but they don’t have the same taste as me."

With that thought in mind, Slater smiled again, feeling better about himself. He shrugged, started the car, and drove away from the restaurant.

One thing Slater loved about sports cars was not just their beauty but their speed. In no time, he reached a clinic just outside the city. However, because it was quite flashy, he had to park it at a motel ten minutes away and take a taxi from there.

The clinic was small and quite old. Most of the patients were elderly. Slater didn’t pay much attention to them, keeping his big glasses on and his cap low to hide his face. He went directly to the pharmacy, leaned on the counter, and placed the bottle of pills with his finger on top of it.