Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 821

Chapter 821: Slater and Stephen’s face off

"Uncle, are you actually looking for this?"

Stephen’s breath hitched, and his entire body tensed up as he watched the usual harmless look in Slater’s eyes change into something no one had seen before. Slater was always the child no one paid attention to because he wasn’t that special.

If Charles hadn’t taken his children away from the Bennet family, Slater’s career would have been considered a failure. After all, the elders in the Bennet Family—especially Chairman Bennet—looked down on such jobs, claiming they were unstable, chaotic, and didn’t require real talent. The only reason no one talked about it was because of Charles and Slater’s carefree nature.

This carefree little boy who seemed to have never grown up... was now radiating murderous intent. It was as though Slater had been possessed by someone else. He made every alarm bell in Stephen’s mind ring frantically.

Stephen opened and closed his mouth, his lips quivering, eyes shaking as he stared into those vile eyes that mirrored the horrified look on his own face.

"Aish..." Slater hissed, clicking his tongue. He shook his head slightly, snapping his eyes at Stephen as he studied the look on his face. "This is why that son of yours is behind bars, Uncle."

"Sla—" Stephen’s voice halted as Slater suddenly grabbed him by the collar, kicked the door shut, and dragged him to the couch.

Slater almost threw him onto the couch, causing Stephen to bounce on the long seat. Stephen’s wide eyes watched Slater sit down on the single-seater. Slater leaned back, resting one leg over the other, still holding the bottle of pills and casually playing with it.

"Slater..." Stephen carefully peeled his back off the couch, his entire body shaking uncontrollably. "What’s the meaning of this? Aren’t you afraid that your father—the chairman—will hear about this? You might have witnessed how I was scolded, but that doesn’t mean you can just treat me like I’m not your uncle."

Slater arched an eyebrow. "Uncle, are you saying this because you think it’ll work? Or are you hoping scolding me will make you believe this isn’t a reality?"

"What?"

"All I’m saying is if you want to call the chairman, suit yourself," Slater said, nodding. He tossed the bottle of pills, catching it casually in mid-air. "But then, I’ll just tell him you were looking for this bottle of pills containing a deadly substance."

Stephen’s face twisted. "What in the world are you saying, you brat? Do you think anyone in the family would believe you?"

"Probably no one in this family, but my dad will believe me. If not him, then I have First Brother and my other siblings," Slater blinked innocently. "Although I don’t need them here, because I can just act like you’re bullying me."

"That is ridiculous!"

A wild guess? Stephen’s face twisted. No one would just make a wild guess about something like this. Moreover, Slater sounded so certain, as if he had everything figured out. Stephen was unsure whether Slater was bluffing or not.