Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 830

Chapter 830: Paranoia

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Haines suddenly shuddered, feeling the hair on his neck crawl and rise. Charles, who was seated beside him in Atlas’s office, arched a brow at him.

"What’s wrong with you?" Charles asked curiously. "Don’t tell me this office makes you sick now?"

Haines rubbed his neck and stretched it a little. "I don’t feel sick, but for some reason, I feel like someone’s talking bad about me."

"No one’s talking bad about you."

"How can you be sure of that?"

"Because if someone were talking bad about you, you’d be sneezing, not shuddering," Charles answered proudly, smirking. "Isn’t that right?"

"..." Haines rocked his head but didn’t respond. Anything he said would only lead to a long discussion. He didn’t want to debate with Charles now, not when the man had already given him ten reasons why Haines had to accompany him.

’From what I remember, I only promised to go with him on his fishing trip,’ Haines thought to himself. ’If not for my meeting with Wild, I wouldn’t be here.’

That was right.

Haines had asked Wild to meet him today, but because Wild had purposely stood him up last time, Haines wanted revenge. How could Wild be so petty? Haines had stood Wild up the first time because he completely forgot — it wasn’t intentional. But what Wild did was deliberate.

Wild had no conscience for someone with a disability.

"Why is Atlas taking so long?" Charles frowned deeply, clearly annoyed as he glanced at the door, which showed no sign of his eldest son. "How can a meeting last this long?"

"You’ve only been retired for a few years and you’ve already forgotten how meetings work?" Haines asked curiously, only to get a sassy response from Charles.

"The moment I finished my last day in the office, I promised myself I’d forget everything I knew about office work."

"But sometimes, you work part-time in Penny’s company."

"That’s a different thing." Charles shamelessly shrugged. "Penny is my princess, so I don’t mind slaving in her company if it means she gets an extra hour of sleep."

Haines smiled subtly. "You really are just like your father."

"What?!"

"Your favoritism is troublesome. I’m just glad your sons prefer your indifference, so it’s not a problem in the end," Haines shrugged casually. "I’m telling the truth."

"Haines, I have favoritism, but don’t you dare compare me to my father."

"Why not?"

"His favoritism is different! He liked other kids more than his own! I like my kid more than the rest. Penny is still my kid! I don’t make other kids my favorite, I favor my own kid."

"It was... perfect?" Atlas narrowed his eyes suspiciously. ’Was he not listening earlier? He seemed to be in a daze throughout the meeting, after all.’