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

Chapter 1242: A million

The Bennets, along with Zoren, spent the entire night discussing and putting things in order. With Penny's memories, Slater's, and Penny's informant (Finn's) recollections of the past, they pieced together a broad picture of the overall situation — what their future might look like. Although many questions remained, one thing was clear: if they slipped up, the consequences could be dire.

Having Penny and Slater recall the past and share their knowledge was a huge advantage. However, the possibility that their enemies also remembered made it feel like they weren't ahead by much. Even so, they were grateful for the second chance—especially for the choices Penny had made, like ensuring Charles's survival. And now, he was still very much alive... to annoy his children.

They preferred their father driving them crazy over his permanent silence.

Because the discussion had lasted so long, the Bennet brothers decided to stay the night.

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[PIERSON CORPORATION]

"And these... make a thousand copies!" Dean announced happily, his eyes squinting into crescent moons.

Jonathan, seated at his desk, could only stare at him blankly. Just yesterday, Zoren had personally called Dean into his office and instructed Dean's secretary to stop wasting company resources. Jonathan had thought that would put an end to things.

But not only did Dean not stop-he had seemingly doubled down.

"A thousand... copies?" Jonathan repeated, his mouth slightly open.

"Yes, a thousand." Dean nodded. "The CEO told me not to waste resources on unnecessary things. So, since we need these to distribute to all employees, do it."

Zoren had told him not to waste resources, but he hadn't told Dean not to ask Jonathan to do it.

Dean knocked lightly on Jonathan's cubicle as he added, "Start now since I also have something else for you to do. Good luck!"

"..." Jonathan watched Dean walk away, his mouth still slightly open. He let out a small scoff before turning his attention to the thick stack of papers. Flipping through them briefly, he exhaled deeply, pressing his fingers to his temples.

Clicking his tongue, he grabbed a handful of papers and loaded them into the copier. At this rate, he might put a hit out on Dean before anyone else.

copies. As the machine whirred, he took

he thought, massaging his temple. 'I'm

him. He was exhausted, but he just had to hold on for a few more days-this training phase

trailed off when a figure suddenly appeared at his

sheet of paper. He

asked, looking

replied, still not looking at him. "I need to make a

the single page in Atlas's hand. "Make a copy of a document..." he

"It broke."

"All three of them?"

slowly looked at him. "I didn't know there were three, but well, I'm already

copier. "Give it to me," he said, holding out a hand. "I'll do it for you. Mine will

yours first. Otherwise, you

all."

of these," Jonathan clarified. "So, if

tilted his head before reluctantly handing over

without even looking at it, and pressed

Atlas's single page, he

Atlas replied without

face twitched. "How

me." Atlas shrugged. "I need a

stared at him, deadpan. "Are you being serious?

going to do with

shook his head. "Never mind.

the

are

already doing a great job

him. I'm not trying