Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 390: the golden card

"Good day, Mr. Atlas Bennet. My name is Benjamin Vitt from the CEO's office at Pierson Corporation."

Zoren's orders this morning were a bit surprising, but meeting Penny's family was an exciting experience for Benjamin.

Benjamin politely offered Atlas a kind smile before his eyes shifted to the people on the couch. "You must be Chairman Bennet," he said, turning to face the chairman as a sign of courtesy. "Our visit must have been a surprise. We appreciate you seeing us on such short notice."

The chairman nodded, maintaining a strong front. "It's a visit from Pierson Corporation," he said sternly. 'He mentioned he's from the CEO's office and is the CEO's right-hand man. Why would the head of the Pierson Family send his right hand here?'

Just thinking about the reasons made the chairman's head ache. Whoever Atlas had offended was likely not just any Pierson Family member. What a headache! Although Benjamin's tone was polite and friendly, the chairman knew all too well that such an approach often masked deeper intentions. Especially with a family like the Piersons, this was merely a brief display of diplomacy.

Benjamin smiled before his eyes landed on Sven. Before he could speak, Sven straightened his back and proudly introduced himself.

"Good day, Mr. Vitt. I am Sven Bennet, the general manager of Global Prime Logistics." Sven took a step forward and kindly offered his hand to Benjamin. "If you need anything, you can always reach out to me."

Benjamin raised his brows, slightly confused. A handshake usually signified a done deal between businessmen. However, in the world they operated in, handshakes carried various meanings and were as significant as making a declaration.

Sven's smile stiffened as Benjamin simply glanced at his hand and smiled without taking it.

As for Atlas, he glanced at this opportunist, who seemed to have no idea what he was doing. Ignoring him, Atlas turned his attention back to Benjamin.

"Mr. Vitt, may I ask what brings the assistant of the head of the Pierson Family to visit me?" As always, Atlas didn't mince words.

next words weren't about a lawsuit or a

when Atlas asked. "Mr. Atlas Bennet, I'm here because my boss asked me to

members who had accompanied them. The staff member was holding a small box, like an offering, and handed

Atlas furrowed his brows. "What's

chest. It was too small for legal documents, yet too large for

hand, stretched his neck to peek. All he saw was an envelope inside. When Atlas took it out,

asked again, casting Benjamin a quick

he said, "You'll know once

indifferently. "I didn't know

boss hates surprises more than anything. However, this is a tradition we must

the chairman furrowed his brows while Sven squinted his eyes. "Yes." Benjamin shifted his attention to the elderly man and

slowly turned their eyes to Atlas, only to see a golden invitation card inside. Deep lines appeared between their brows as both

card?" Sven blurted out, having heard many stories about the Pierson

of the event, it's known for its

instance, the golden

this event come in a few different colors: orange, blue, green, red, and gold. These colors signify a hierarchy, a status symbol. As a result, the color of the invitation became something

invitation meant something special. Those who received red invitations were almost on the same level as the Pierson Family or were simply close to

time it appeared at the Pierson annual party was decades ago. But now, what Atlas was holding was

chairman, who hadn't planned to stand, rose from his seat. He stared at the card with wide eyes, his

had his mouth wide open. 'Since when did my boss... boss! This is

satisfaction, thinking, 'Heh. Of course, they should know what this card