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

Chapter 996: Not one of Wild's problem

Meanwhile, on the Bennet men's side...

Charles sighed for the umpteenth time, glancing in the rearview mirror to see the faces of his sons. But none of them seemed to care about the epic failure of a day they had. Instead, his sons were in the back seat of the van, doing their own thing: Atlas was quietly staring at the side of the road, Hugo was sleeping in the back, and Slater was busy with his phone.

Shaking his head, Charles cast a sidelong glance at Haines. Haines had his elbow propped against the window, eyes on the side of the road.

'He came back late, so I had to cancel his last date,' thought Charles. 'But even though we sat at the same table for around thirty minutes while the boys were wrapping up another disastrous date, he didn't tell me anything about his date with that woman.'

Charles narrowed his eyes suspiciously, puckering his lips. He shifted his attention to the road ahead, running his tongue across his inner cheek, thinking of a plan to make Haines talk. It wasn't like Charles hadn't tried asking. In fact, he had asked James and Allen as well. Unfortunately, all they got was the same experience Haines's date had today - an answer with no room for continuation.

"Hah!" Suddenly, Slater perked up. The sudden noise he created earned everyone's attention. He looked around the van, his finger pointing at the driver's seat where Charles was seated, Haines in the front-row seat, Atlas on his side, and then Hugo in the back.

"What is wrong with you?" Hugo groggily groaned, jolting awake from Slater's brief wailing. "For a second, I thought we were having an accident."

"Is it just me, or do I think someone's missing?" asked Slater, his brows knitted tightly. "I think another person should be here... no?"

Atlas arched a brow while Hugo tilted his head to the side. After a second, the two of them rocked their heads as they intuitively set their eyes on the front.

"Weren't you with Penny's other uncle?" Atlas asked his father and Haines. "How come I didn't see him during lunch?"

Slater clapped, turning his head in the same direction Atlas was looking. "What happened to him? Did he

was in awe.

He clicked with his first date, so he canceled all his

thinking of Wild's appearance. "Impossible! I guess having low standards

ignored Slater's unpleasant

pretended to like the first woman he met today and told everyone he was interested in her. He could've just ditched her once his dates were canceled. "I'm learning... so I guess

uncle!" Hugo whistled happily. "I'm

However, it was Wild who succeeded in this dating. "How am I supposed to face your mother now? Oh, my goodness. I'm more tired today than when I play

him, not because he can't find one or has low standards," Haines added, eyes on Slater. "It's just that Wild knows women well, and it's never a problem for him. He likes taking

Slater replied in unison,

his tongue while shaking his head. "If you think your face is going to save you, you'd be surprised just how little those pretty faces

he looked like a gangster or a loan shark

like someone

time, in a

she could barely contain her laughter. She was so beautiful that one would be surprised to know her age. "You're so funny,

heard me sing properly. If you

her eyes gleaming

at the woman. Once he was standing acrossthe table, he pointed a finger at her. "Sit there and relax, señorita. Let this gentleman

his head. The woman chuckled, covering her lips with the back of her hand. Much to her surprise, Wild suddenly moved his body along with the beat of the music, his hips swaying to and fro, his knees bent, his