Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 905

Chapter 905: See? He’s fine.

The Piersons always kept their eyes on the head of the family; some did so to look up to Zoren, while others, to know in advance if they needed to make a run for it. One thing Dean and Jonathan knew about Zoren was that he could sometimes be very unpredictable.

However, Jonathan’s meaning of that was entirely different from Dean’s, because what Jonathan meant by Zoren being unpredictable was when the latter interfered with Penelope Bennet’s case in their previous life. Zoren’s interest in it was unexpected; his meddling was something no one had ever predicted.

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[Short Flashback]

"What did you say?" Seated in one of the corner offices of Pierson Corporations, Jonathan turned his swivel chair to face the person across from his desk.

The latter had his head low. "I’m sorry, sir. It took us some time to notice that someone was already looking into this case."

SLAM!

The veins in Jonathan’s forehead protruded as his eyes sharpened. "You took time? — They had uncovered things that were supposed to be buried!" He slammed his fist on the desk again, grinding his teeth angrily.

Despite that, the other man could only keep his head low. What was he supposed to say now? Jonathan was clearly upset, and no one could blame him.

Jonathan breathed out, looking away as he tried to think of something else. "Who?" he asked, slowly looking back at the man. "Who is giving Atlas Bennet tips about his sister’s case?"

"..." The man didn’t answer immediately, knowing the answer wouldn’t fix the situation. However, he had no choice, as Jonathan was drilling a hole in his head with his gaze. "It’s your uncle, sir. It’s Zoren Pierson."

"..." The look on Jonathan’s face stiffened as, for a moment, his entire world stopped. "Who?"

"It’s Zoren Pierson, sir," the man repeated. "He started an investigation some time ago and has been sending tips to Atlas Bennet."

Jonathan balled his hand into a tight fist on the surface of the desk, his shoulder trembling. His eyes burned angrily, like a demon ready to bring forth the inferno on Earth.

"Why is he... why did he start looking into it?" he asked through gritted teeth. "What did you do to get his attention?"

The man didn’t respond because that question didn’t make sense. All of their operations were executed perfectly and professionally. This shouldn’t have alerted anyone. After all, even if Atlas Bennet started looking into it — in case he changed his mind and revisited his sister’s case — he wouldn’t have found anything.

It wasn’t as if Atlas hadn’t done that. Atlas had already conducted his investigation when his sister was arrested, but all it gave him was more evidence that his sister wasn’t innocent. It should have been like that, even if it was anyone else... except the most powerful man in Anteca.

"Hah..." Jonathan’s face twisted sadistically, his eyes burning. "Get out of here and make sure he doesn’t dig any deeper. Penelope Bennet is already behind bars, waiting for her execution. Don’t let them... or him stop it."

"Yes, sir."

The man nodded and left. Jonathan, on the other hand, huffed, his hand resting on the edge of the desk.

"Zoren Pierson..." he breathed out. "... Just what is wrong with you?"

A part of him wanted to believe this would be dealt with. But alas, another part of him told him it wouldn’t be easy. What matter had Zoren touched that was ever easy for anyone?

And Jonathan was right, because things only started to spiral from then until the end.

[PRESENT TIME]

"They know, huh?" Jonathan let out a shallow laugh, snapping his eyes at everyone. ’I kept thinking why or how Atlas knew about me, but it seems it wasn’t Penny who had run her mouth.’

Until now, Dean had been leaning toward the explanation that Penny and Zoren’s relationship was contractual. And all of this? It was just for show. It could also be that Penny’s family didn’t know about Zoren and Penny’s real relationship and that this couple had to act in front of her family. _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}