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

Chapter 710: Respect your elder

[Pierson Corporation: CEO's Office]

Zoren raised an eyebrow while a man in a suit straightened his back after whispering something in his ear. Seated on the one-seater couch, he glanced at

the man.

"Someone stepped in?" he repeated, and the man nodded. "Did you find out who it was?"

"No, but we're tracing the person's tracks."

Zoren tilted his head. "And the person in the SUV?"

"We found the vehicle ditched several miles from the scene, but the people in it weren't there anymore. We're still checking the nearby hospitals and clinics. The incident is big enough to cause heavy injuries."

"I see." As soon as those words rolled off Zoren's tongue, they heard a knock on the door before Benjamin entered.

The man in the suit took a step back and bowed to Zoren. "Thank you, CEO Pierson. I'll excuse myself now."

Without waiting for Zoren's verbal reply, the man turned around and left, lowering his head as he walked past Benjamin.

"What is he doing here?" Benjamin asked, glancing at the man who had just closed the door behind him. When he faced Zoren again, he approached carefully, confusion evident on his face. "Sir, what's that guy from the HR Department doing here?"

"Just asking about the employees. I heard there had been some complaints."

"Eh?" Benjamin furrowed his brows, placing some papers on Zoren's desk. "Sir, since when have you started concerning yourself with this?"

"The board meeting is already finished, but the family meeting isn't. I simply want to make sure there aren't any holes they could use to get to me."

"Ahh..." Benjamin nodded, somewhat convinced but not entirely. "The family meeting is tomorrow. Is there anything else you want to check?"

Zoren pondered and rubbed his chin. "I don't think there's more."

"Sir, are you sure?"

Tan later. I would like to have one

and nodded. "I'll call him

the food on the coffee table. He smiled, seeing that the food had

He drew a deep breath, snapping his

red sports car?" he whispered, narrowing his eyes. "Another person to be

accident. Even though that red sports car

again. "They would target Atlas, but who

feeling about the driver of the red sports car. For some

it only raised many questions, such as Who and

*******

a mechanic shop far away from the city, Slater stood at a distance from the ruined sports car. A shallow

jogging up to him. "Man... this car is a goner. What

"Can you fix it?" he asked when

back at the ruined front end of the car, his face

"Doesn't matter."

back on Slater, smiling helplessly. "Surely, being

my parents worked

Slater's personality because he had been Slater's mechanic for years now. "Hey, don't

between his teeth. He casually

later," he spoke again, snapping his eyes

car. "Some others don't even drive

don't

Wow! I just hope you

mechanic arch a brow, looking

someone?" he asked curiously. "Did you kill

"Hopefully."

kind of answer

will you finish it?" Slater cast

look like an angel in

to those I don't