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.

still did the copies. As the machine whirred, he took notes on the

he thought, massaging his temple. 'I'm starting to master

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

suddenly appeared

few steps away, holding a single sheet of paper. He glanced

Jonathan asked, looking

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

single page in Atlas's hand. "Make a copy of a document..." he repeated. "Don't you have

"It broke."

"All three of them?"

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

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

yours first.

all."

Jonathan clarified. "So, if anyone's going to

." Atlas tilted his head before reluctantly handing

document without even looking at it, and pressed a few

Atlas's single page,

copies," Atlas replied without

face twitched. "How

heard me." Atlas shrugged. "I need a

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

to do with a

your time." Atlas shook his head. "Never mind. Give it

momentarily speechless before pulling the page from the machine

"There are

company than making my life miserable. Dean's already doing a great job at that. I

not trying to