Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 832

Chapter 832: They wanted more

"... I don’t feel safe."

This was what Allen meant when he said Atlas was easily misunderstood. For Atlas, saying this bluntly had no other intention but to honestly express his thoughts. However, it might come off as rude and insensitive, which Atlas didn’t care about.

Under normal circumstances, Stephen would’ve easily taken that as an insult. However, Stephen wasn’t in the mood, nor did he have the energy to deal with such insensitivity at the moment.

"Atlas, do you think someone is watching us?" Stephen asked, looking at the CCTV camera in the corner of the ceiling of the elevator. "Can those watching hear what we’re talking about?"

"They do." Atlas arched a brow, glancing at Stephen nonchalantly. He was just glad that Stephen didn’t nitpick on him today. "Uncle, are you sure you’re okay? You still seem off and you’ve been acting strangely."

Stephen peeled his eyes from the CCTV camera and looked at Atlas. "Atlas, do you trust the people in security?"

"Why wouldn’t I?"

"Just—just answer me," Stephen breathed out, finding himself already panting, even though he hadn’t done or said anything just yet. "Please."

Atlas frowned, furrowing his brows. "Of course. The people in the CCTV room are Penny’s people. She started replacing some of the staff in charge of security after what happened with Sven."

"Ahh..."

"So, it’s safe," Atlas remarked. "Penny reassured me that her people were trained to ignore anything they hear—whatever it is."

"Is that so?" Stephen rocked his head, still not calm. He glanced at the CCTV again before clearing his throat and settling his eyes on Atlas.

The elevator wasn’t a bad place to talk. No one was listening, and no one could just pull the trigger on him, right?

"Atlas, I have to tell you something," he started, only to receive an indifferent response from Atlas.

"Did you finally remember what you forgot to tell me, Uncle?"

Stephen’s face twitched slightly, admittedly annoyed at Atlas. But then again, he had promised Slater. Breaking promises was something Stephen had done countless times in his life. Therefore, he wouldn’t mind breaking his promise to Slater... if not for the fact that Slater was a cop, and Stephen was already desperate.

"I didn’t forget about it," Stephen said, taking a deep breath and exhaling through his mouth. "I was just... scared."

"Scared?" This time, Atlas’s interest was piqued. "What are you scared of, Uncle?"

Stephen pressed his lips together, looking straight into Atlas’s eyes. This time, his eyes glinted with determination before he spoke.

Atlas immediately narrowed his eyes the second he heard the first remark that escaped his uncle’s mouth. But the more he listened, the darker his expression became. By the time they reached his floor, Atlas raised a hand.

"Stop now," Atlas commanded, facing the elevator door with the same plain look on his face. "If that’s the case, then we cannot stay in the same place any longer. I’ll contact you again, and we’ll continue this conversation another time."

’But he said he’ll contact me again,’ he told himself, pressing the button for his floor while gazing down at his feet. ’What’s going on now?’

DING!