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

Chapter 706: Is the third young master in trouble?

Atlas didn't stay long, telling the officers who arrived at the scene that he had other matters to attend to. After filing a police report, he left with the driver.

"Are you okay?" Atlas asked, gazing at the man in the driver's seat.

The middle-aged driver let out an airy laugh while nodding. "Yes, sir. I was just shocked by what happened, but I'm okay."

"I'm sorry that happened."

"It's not your fault, sir," the driver said with a subtle smile. "I'm just glad nothing bad happened to us. If that SUV had crashed into us..."

The driver trailed off, stopping abruptly, not wanting to think about what could have happened to him and Atlas. They didn't need to guess; just the speed of the SUV alone would have cost them their lives. If not for the other car crashing into the SUV, stopping it, and tossing it off the road, that would have been their fate.

"Thank God," the driver heaved a sigh of relief, thanking the heavens for the umpteenth time. "Sir, do you think the police will be able to catch the driver of the SUV?"

"I don't know." Atlas let out a deep exhale, snapping his gaze at the window. 'I'm more interested in knowing who the person was that saved us.'

His hands balled into fists as he remembered the red, shiny car driving past them and straight into the SUV's side. Although Atlas didn't have the leisure to see the crash itself, he could tell it would have damaged the front of the sports car, just like the damage to the SUV's side.

'Slater...' Atlas drew a deep breath and pulled out his phone to dial Slater's number again. His hands were still trembling, remembering the life-and-death situation they had just experienced.

'It's probably just the same car,' he told himself. 'I'm sure Slater wouldn't do that.'

Just as Atlas tried to convince himself that the car he saw coincidentally looked like Slater's, he caught sight of his third brother's billboard. Snapping his eyes up to get a better look at Slater's charming face, he remembered the sentiments of the owner of the blue car.

'Slater... what are you doing?'

This time, Atlas dialed his third brother's phone number without hesitation. In his mind, if Slater answered, it would prove that it was just a coincidence. The car that saved them just looked like Slater's, and the owner of the blue car was probably mistaken. Or perhaps, even if the owner of the blue car was not mistaken, Atlas could consider it as Slater being a busybody.

Ring... ring...

you have

and redialed Slater's number. But just like the first time, he was met

snapped his gaze to

go home." Atlas offered him a short smile. "You should

not force it and go on with our

was touched by how considerate Atlas was toward him. Although Atlas was often aloof and serious, he had always shown concern for his people. It was

The driver nodded in understanding, refocusing on the road as he drove straight to the Bennet

a second thought, Atlas

driver, watching Atlas stop and look back

driver and waved dismissively.

"Yes, sir."

his chest. This old man could have lost

think of that... I

in mind, Atlas turned and

front door, he caught Butler

Butler Jen called, his

him and asked, "Butler Jen, where's

"Huh?"

calling him, but he's not answering his phone. Now, I can't reach him," Atlas explained. "Where is

odd that Atlas was looking for Slater in

"Did he leave?"

"Yes."

did

morning... probably half an hour

"I see.