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

Chapter 645: Very old photograph

Sven grumpily walked to his car, his heart swelling with fury at how Atlas had humiliated him. Even though it was just the two of them, Atlas should've reconsidered. After all, Atlas should know that begging him was the last thing Sven would do in this life, but Sven still did.

Why did Sven do that? Why did he swallow his pride and go to see Atlas for the last time?

Because at the end of the day, Sven wanted to regain his former glory through Global Prime Logistics and the Bennet Family. However, Atlas couldn't see that. He wasn't as insightful as he thought he was.

"That damn Atlas..." he gritted his teeth, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Looking up through the windshield, he glared daggers at the mansion. "Damn this family!"

Sven punched the steering wheel like a maniac, venting his overflowing anger. Panting, his eyes burned as he continued to glare at the mansion.

"They've always been so arrogant," he hissed to himself. "They didn't even have the courtesy to let me into the house. Hah! Let's see if you can still be arrogant in the future."

Sven reached for the compartment in front of the passenger seat in his fury. Taking out a suspicious red envelope, he checked the card inside. His eyes glinted maliciously as he stared at the contact number written beneath the letter.

"They're all the same," he fumed. "I've given him a chance to save himself, but he just paraded why I dislike him in the first place."

When those words rolled off Sven's tongue, he contacted the number and tried to call it. However, the call wouldn't go through. He tried a few times, but the number was out of reach. Frustrated, he sent a message instead.

[To: Unknown

What is your proposal?]

to Sven's surprise, seconds after sending that message, he received a reply from the same number. He furrowed his brows, finding it strange that a call wouldn't connect, but

[From: Unknown

Come to this address.

95 St. XX Building....]

stared at the address, his hand trembling as he held his phone. Taking a deep breath, he snapped his eyes back up at the Bennet Mansion. The corner of his mouth slowly twisted into

Bennet Family had brought this upon

Atlas, and down to Penny. All of them were arrogant fools who thought they were the only people who mattered. Sven was also an excellent student, sacrificing his youth to help with

Atlas got the position Sven was raised

was kicked out, mocked, humiliated, and just

even. So, even if this envelope was sketchy, he didn't

his mind. "That's right. If the company goes under during Atlas's tenure, then... everyone will know he's incompetent.

by the wicked plan

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slightly to the side. His eyes were fixated on the car driving

from behind him, his brows furrowed.

faced Butler Jen with an irritated look. "That cousin of mine is so annoying, Butler Jen. Is there a way to un-cousin him? The mere thought that a small portion of his

rest of your life." "Unbelievable!" he grumbled, stomping his foot angrily. "Where's Penny?! Isn't she and her husband a smart bunch?! I wonder if they know whether a blood transfusion

the stairs with the obvious intention of disturbing Penny and her husband. Meanwhile, Butler Jen

knew that the more he tried to stop Slater, the more the latter would want to disturb her. It would be a waste of

him, but Penny would. The only reassurance Butler Jen told

night is still too young..." he whispered, turning around, only for his gaze to fall on the window where Slater had been looking out. Out of curiosity, Butler

he tilted his head slightly to the side. "What was he staring at?" he wondered to himself but didn't dwell on it. Butter Jen shook his head mildly, telling himself he would never understand Slater, even if