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."

slammed the door shut and walked off. Meanwhile, Slater's face twitched as he watched his

steering wheel and the entire interior. "It's gorgeous! Don't they have

Slater loved his cars, and in his eyes, they were gorgeous and a real beauty. He couldn't understand why the rest of the family saw

told himself, shaking his head. "I get it. My family might excel in one thing, but

thought in mind, Slater smiled again, feeling better about himself. He shrugged,

clinic just outside the city. However, because it was quite flashy, he

attention to them, keeping his big glasses on and his cap low to hide his face. He went

at the man whose

this is," Slater asked, his

without question, reached for the bottle. She opened the lid, poured one pill into her palm,

muscle relaxant," she said, picking up the pill to examine

brow furrowing. "Why would he need a

then, the pharmacist whispered, catching Slater's attention.

"What is weird?"

like a

a small serial

flipped the tablet to show Slater, but the serial numbers were

distance. One would

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

supposed to

a brow.

before walking away from the counter. While Slater waited, he glanced at the people in the clinic. No one was approaching the pharmacy yet, so he kept leaning against the side, waiting for

she approached, Slater could already see the look on her face. He immediately knew something bad was about