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

the first time, he was met with the operator's voice.

snapped his gaze to

him a short smile. "You should

it and go on with our day as usual. I don't think we should. Although

and serious, he had always shown concern for his people. It was just that normally, Allen would

in understanding, refocusing on the road as he drove straight to

hour later, their car pulled up in the mansion's driveway. Without a second thought, Atlas stepped out and walked away. Meanwhile, the driver hurried out of the driver's

driver, watching Atlas stop

nodded at the driver and waved

"Yes, sir."

a moment, unable to shake the slight guilt creeping into his chest. This old man could have lost his life because of the accident, which Atlas O suspected was not just

that... I

in mind, Atlas turned and walked away. Jogging up the stairs

he caught Butler

Butler Jen called, his voice slightly uncertain. "You're back...

in front of him and asked, "Butler Jen, where's

"Huh?"

answering his phone.

Atlas was looking for

"Did he leave?"

"Yes."

did

probably half an hour

see. Did