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

Chapter 681: Naylani

[SKYLINE PLAZA: THE OLD PIERSON RESIDENCE]

Old Mrs. Pierson sat alone in the seat of her study, enveloped in silence. She kept her gaze fixed on the spot where Zoren had previously sat. Normally, she would have gone to bed once Zoren left, but she chose to remain here, pondering Zoren's inquiry.

"An illegitimate child that isn't in the family registry," she whispered, her wrinkled eyes narrowing at the thought. "That is impossible."

Everyone who married into the Pierson family, even males marrying female descendants of the Piersons, had to take the Pierson family name. This was the reason the family had grown so large. Despite that, Old Mrs. Pierson had kept a close eye on everyone marrying into the family.

Old Mrs. Pierson had thought about this since Zoren mentioned it, but now she found herself at a dead end. She simply had no explanation for it whatsoever.

"Jonathan Pierson," she murmured, recalling the name Zoren mentioned. "Jonathan Pierson... Jo... Nathan..."

She trailed off as she slowly turned her head toward the bookshelves in the corner. "Impossible," she whispered, pushing herself up. Taking her cane with her, she took small steps toward the bookshelf.

Standing in front of it, Old Mrs. Pierson glossed her eyes over the books before pulling one out. She carefully opened it to a specific page, expecting to find something hidden inside. However, as soon as she opened it, she found nothing.

"Hmm?" Her brows furrowed as she flipped through the pages, thinking she might have hidden it among them. However, it wasn't there.

"Where did it go?" she wondered, looking at the rest of the books.

the doorknob. When he opened the door to assist Old

furrowing as they fell on the books scattered on the floor. Standing amid them

Old Madam was making such a mess, but he immediately thought of the worst. After all, the Old Madam was quite old. Therefore, it wouldn't be surprising if

Old Mrs. Pierson breathed out, her eyes wide. "Butler Hu, it's gone." "Madam, what is gone?"

the shelves and then

Hubert's knitted brows deepened in confusion. "Old Madam,

didn't respond immediately, as if she were trying to understand how

soon as Butler Hubert heard that name, his breath hitched. "The... Young

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them walked away, calling it a day as usual. They didn't stop for anyone, with Atlas telling Allen he should go first, as he planned to drop by somewhere

his boss. He stood outside, watching the car speed away before jogging back to the parking space to get his own car to

a few blocks from the building, watching Atlas leave and then Allen. The corner of his mouth curled into a sneer, his eyes glinting. When he saw Allen driving away from the building, Sven

the underground parking space, Sven casually walked to the elevator that would take him straight to the