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

Chapter 819: Item from the black market

Chapter 819: Item from the black market

"Hey, aren't you going to step out and say hi to your mother?" Charles glanced at the driver's seat where his third son sat, tipping his head toward the entrance. "Come on."

Slater smiled, his eyes squinting slightly. "I need to go somewhere."

"Somewhere?"

"Work."

"You don't have work."

"Dad, I was on leave because of a traumatic incident. But that doesn't mean I don't have other obligations."

"Like?"

"Like... keeping myself fresh? I have a facial session!"

Charles's face twitched as he studied Slater's face. Although he didn't want to admit it, Slater did have good skin. However, even Penny didn't do things like this. Allison, Jessa, and even Nina had to drag Penny just to come with them. But here was Slater, having an appointment, and never missing a single session at the derma clinic.

"Son, now that I think of it, your job is quite challenging." Charles reached out, squeezing Slater's shoulder while nodding at him. "It must be hard for you to go to the clinic regularly for something like that."

"..." Slater blinked a few times. "It's not that hard."

"Well, anyway, good work, son," Charles said, ignoring Slater's answer as he tapped his son's shoulder before stepping out of the car. But before closing the door, he paused, looking at Slater. "Slater, you better take care. This absolute trash of a car is very dangerous."

Slater's face twitched as he watched his father approach the restaurant through

himself, looking at the steering wheel and

and in his eyes, they were gorgeous and a

get it. My family might excel in one thing, but

again, feeling better about himself. He shrugged, started

just outside the city. However, because it was quite flashy, he had to park it at a motel ten minutes away and take a taxi from

old. Most of the patients were elderly. Slater didn't pay much attention to them, keeping his big glasses on and his cap low to hide his face. He went directly to the pharmacy, leaned on the counter, and placed

flinched slightly, looking up at

know what this is," Slater asked, his tone

pharmacist blinked and, without question, reached for the bottle. She opened the lid, poured one pill

muscle relaxant," she said, picking

repeated, his brow furrowing. "Why would he

whispered, catching Slater's

"What is weird?"

looks like a muscle

small

but the

distance. One would have

hard to see, but if you look closely, there's a number engraved on

aren't supposed

arched a brow. "What does that

she said, taking the pill sample before walking away from the counter. While Slater waited, he glanced at the people in the clinic. No one was approaching the pharmacy

over five minutes before the pharmacist came back. As she approached, Slater could already see the look on her face. He immediately knew something bad was about