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

Chapter 1074: Blood it is

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[Jonathan Pierson, this is good... but if you're coming here as Zoren Pierson's brother, this is nothing.]

[This is what you call a day's work? Hah. Good luck! Pfft-this is not as fun as I thought it would be.]

[Are you out of your mind?! Your first day, and you're making all those jerks look better than you? Hah! Jonathan Pierson, I'm starting to have second thoughts about our arrangements.] - William

CLANG!

Another innocent glass found itself hitting the fireplace, shattering from both the impact and the heat. The alcohol made the fire blaze even wilder for a moment, casting light on the twisted look on his face.

"Those bastards..." he hissed, reminded of everything he had to endure that day at Pierson Corporation. Since Jonathan had no official position in the company and was only known as Zoren Pierson's brother, the latter had "kindly" asked Atlas to find a position for him.

However, from what he had heard, Dean ambushed Zoren and Atlas in the CEO's department and volunteered to handle Jonathan's situation. So, in the end, it was Dean who was authorized to give Jonathan a position in the company. But Dean wouldn't give it to him right away. Under the guise of "training," Dean had dumped him with nonsensical files to work on in his department.

That was one thing, but the way Dean and even Atlas had been treating him was far too degrading for him to want them dead.

Jonathan slowly clenched his hand into a tight fist until it shook, glaring at the fire in the fireplace. "Not to mention, even that William Pierson thinks he can just vent on me whenever he pleases." He clenched his teeth, his heart burning with nothing but anger.

It had been a while since Jonathan had felt such rage.

"And this is all... because of her," he whispered, thinking of Penny. "... If not for her and Finn, this would've been different."

Initially, Jonathan didn't think much about having Atlas join Pierson Corporation. If anything, it thrilled him, as he was looking forward to how the company would proceed. But alas, that night, he received terrible news about the Information Center.

All the people there had been arrested. Even though the place was raided because of alleged illegal gambling, it was still bad. The day after that, he received a call from Nina's company and from Nina herself about transferring him to a new designer to handle the project. She said her reason was health issues, but he was no fool to believe that.

down, one after

he whispered. "... Everything I built just to avoid more bloodshed in this lifetime. But it seems they do not want the

glint flickered across his eyes, his jaw tightening as his shoulders shook with suppressed rage. As mentioned in the past, Jonathan had been avoiding what he

all of those deaths; though he

was making that very

They wanted blood.

Very well.

them blood," he whispered, his eyes resolute.

Knock knock

even with that knock, keeping his gaze fixed on the fire. But

she slowly opened the door, peeking inside. Her brows furrowed the moment she saw some shards on the floor, and then she veered her gaze to where Jonathan was standing. "Did I

cold expression remained the same until a second later, when he said, "No, it's

to console him. But as she did so, he rushed to her

arm. "I broke a lot of things. You might step

on the

finger, he chuckled and shrugged. "Must've

she asked. "You must be very

"I am."

I'll clean it

study room, which he had turned upside down. It was surprising because she knew Jonathan as a gentle person.

and he had joined as an illegitimate child of the most respected CEO to have ever

softly after cleaning his cuts and wrapping them with band-aids. She

fingers that had band-aids on them. The cuts did not surprise him; this was not the first time he had gotten hurt. It wasn't even the fact that they were wrapped carefully so they

what happened?" he asked after a moment, lifting his eyes to meet hers. "You didn't ask a question

him. "It's not the first