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

Chapter 987: Situational question

Did Slater accept the task?

He did, and surprisingly, he was much better at it. It was likely thanks to his training and the lessons he had taken to enhance his craft. Or maybe it was because he had grown up with a guy like Hugo, who would beat a poor dummy to a pulp.

Either way, taking that woman's hand answered the "why" he tried to run away.

His entire body and soul already knew it would change him... and it did, forever.

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[PRESENT TIME]

"Slater, I don't think this is working," said James. "Why did your father ask me to watch over you and report to him?"

James slowly raised his brows and turned to his side where Slater was seated in the van. "Slater," he called, but Slater didn't respond.

"Uhm..." James cleared his throat. "Surely, you and Penny inherited this trait from your father. How come he thinks he can also boss me around?"

But Slater didn't answer. Normally, Slater would quickly enter his combat mode when others mentioned his family in a bad light. Sometimes, even a joke wouldn't be okay — it was his rule. They could joke with him, but just not about his family. But Slater seemed a little too distracted.

"Is it the last woman?" James wondered, thinking that Slater's last date was too old to be his date. "Don't tell me he was mortified to be matched with an older woman?"

"Slater... Slater!" James called again, waving his hand in front of Slater. "Hey!" This time, Slater blinked slowly before focusing on James.

"Slater, what's wrong? You've been distracted since that last date," said James. "Did she tell you something?"

"No." Slater's expression was plain, his gaze locked on James. "I'm just a little... just a little tired."

only spent a little over an hour

frowned. "How did you know I

more than half our

rocked his head before tilting it slightly. "Wow. I

"Huh? Me? Scary?"

lie to you?" Slater

"Of course!"

"Really?"

for me if I couldn't even take care

I once died and had the

"Hah??"

several years in the past," Slater adjusted his seat and faced James. "Would you believe me? Or would you

stern look on Slater's face before his nose scrunched up. "What kind of nonsense is

second chance are you talking about? Did you read a script or something? How come it didn't go to me first? Surely, some people are a pain in the neck and don't have enough decency

breath slipped past Slater's nostrils. However, to be fair, he wasn't sure if he was relieved or a little sad. He just knew that James knew him in certain ways, but not entirely. At least, James knew when Slater was tired or bothered. But he didn't know when Slater was lying about where he had to go or the people he was talking

ranting and cleared his throat. "Slater,

distracting people, huh? Did you say that nonsense

corner. "No, but I'm... just thinking of a script

read the script

of a thread," Slater clarified. "It's a thread asking a situational

"What is it?"

someone important to you is on death row for a crime they didn't commit? This person

"Okay...?"

this person, but you have to

are these