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

Chapter 821: Slater and Stephen’s face off

Chapter 821: Slater and Stephen's face off

"Uncle, are you actually looking for this?"

Stephen's breath hitched, and his entire body tensed up as he watched the usual harmless look in Slater's eyes change into something no one had seen before. Slater was always the child no one paid attention to because he wasn't that special.

If Charles hadn't taken his children away from the Bennet family, Slater's career would have been considered a failure. After all, the elders in the Bennet Family- especially Chairman Bennet-looked down on such jobs, claiming they were unstable, chaotic, and didn't require real talent. The only reason no one talked about it was because of Charles and Slater's carefree nature.

This carefree little boy who seemed to have never grown up... was now radiating murderous intent. It was as though Slater had been possessed by someone else. He made every alarm bell in Stephen's mind ring frantically.

Stephen opened and closed his mouth, his lips quivering, eyes shaking as he stared into those vile eyes that mirrored the horrified look on his own face.

"Aish..." Slater hissed, clicking his tongue. He shook his head slightly, snapping his eyes at Stephen as he studied the look on his face. "This is why that son of yours is behind bars, Uncle."

"Sla—" Stephen's voice halted as Slater suddenly grabbed him by the collar, kicked the door shut, and dragged him to the couch.

Slater almost threw him onto the couch, causing Stephen to bounce on the long seat. Stephen's wide eyes watched Slater sit down on the single-seater. Slater leaned back, resting one leg over the other, still holding the bottle of pills and casually playing with it.

"Slater..." Stephen carefully peeled his back off the couch, his entire body shaking uncontrollably. "What's the meaning of this? Aren't you afraid that your father-the chairman-will hear about this? You might have witnessed how I was scolded, but that doesn't mean you can just treat me like I'm not your uncle."

"Uncle, are you saying this because you think it'll work? Or are you

"What?"

He tossed the bottle of pills, catching it casually in mid-air. "But then, I'll

the world are you saying, you brat? Do

him, then I have First Brother and my other siblings," Slater blinked innocently. "Although I don't need them here, because I can

"That is ridiculous!"

being the little artist of the family," Slater smiled broadly, his eyes squinting. "No one would think that I could hide someone's body

hadn't expected Slater to make such a remark

it-or that you were found-you're dead. Do you think they're not capable of silencing someone, Uncle? At

Beads of sweat formed on Stephen's forehead, his back shuddering at the

hummed, rubbing his chin before

this. Moreover, Slater sounded so

a better bluffer

every breath the officer takes." He emphasized the point by shaking the bottle of pills in his hand. "Now, I'm curious. Did you know that a tablet of this drug is worth millions on the market? Not just

unfazed. "Just one—or rather, half of one pill-is enough to end Grandpa. Yet you have ten of them. Who else is

don't know what you're talking about," Stephen blurted out,

know what I'm talking