Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 987

Chapter 987: Situational question

Did Slater accept the task?

He did, and surprisingly, he was much better at it. It was likely thanks to his training and the lessons he had taken to enhance his craft. Or maybe it was because he had grown up with a guy like Hugo, who would beat a poor dummy to a pulp.

Either way, taking that woman’s hand answered the "why" he tried to run away.

His entire body and soul already knew it would change him... and it did, forever.

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[PRESENT TIME]

"Slater, I don’t think this is working," said James. "Why did your father ask me to watch over you and report to him?"

James slowly raised his brows and turned to his side where Slater was seated in the van. "Slater," he called, but Slater didn’t respond.

"Uhm..." James cleared his throat. "Surely, you and Penny inherited this trait from your father. How come he thinks he can also boss me around?"

But Slater didn’t answer. Normally, Slater would quickly enter his combat mode when others mentioned his family in a bad light. Sometimes, even a joke wouldn’t be okay — it was his rule. They could joke with him, but just not about his family. But Slater seemed a little too distracted.

"Is it the last woman?" James wondered, thinking that Slater’s last date was too old to be his date. "Don’t tell me he was mortified to be matched with an older woman?"

"Slater... Slater!" James called again, waving his hand in front of Slater. "Hey!"

This time, Slater blinked slowly before focusing on James.

"Slater, what’s wrong? You’ve been distracted since that last date," said James. "Did she tell you something?"

"No." Slater’s expression was plain, his gaze locked on James. "I’m just a little... just a little tired."

"Tired? How could you be tired? You used to do autograph signings for hours! You’ve only spent a little over an hour with those girls." James frowned. "Don’t lie to me. Something’s wrong. Tell me."

Slater smacked his lips and frowned. "How did you know I was lying?"

"We’ve known each other for more than half our lives! How could I not?"

"Well... that makes a little sense," Slater rocked his head before tilting it slightly. "Wow. I never thought you’d be a little scary."

"Huh? Me? Scary?"

"James, do you know when I lie to you?" Slater asked out of pure curiosity.

"Of course!"

"Really?"

"Slater, being your manager makes me extra attentive to you. You’re the only artist I handle. It would be bad for me if I couldn’t even take care of the one artist under me!" James intoned. "Besides, you’re my friend. So, I know when something is wrong or when you lie to me."

Slater blinked. "So, if I tell you that I once died and had the chance to live again, what do you think that would be?"

"You can save this person, but you have to kill two people. Would you do it?" _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}