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

Chapter 1370: Poisons just lingering in the Old Madam's fridge

DING!

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a hand shot between them, forcing them to open again. Atlas snapped his eyes toward the person on the other side. It was Dean.

Dean offered a brief smile before stepping into the elevator. "I hope you don't mind me riding with you."

As expected, Atlas didn't respond. He remained motionless, his gaze fixed forward, while Dean casually glanced at him. Shrugging, Dean didn't expect much of a response anyway.

"It seems you have plenty of free time nowadays, Director Dean."

Much to Dean's surprise, Atlas spoke after only a few seconds of silence. That

was new.

"I don't have plenty of free time, Mr. Bennet. I simply know how to do my job efficiently," Dean replied, his tone both knowing and proud. "That way, I always have extra time for important matters."

The corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk. "For instance, whenever I hear that you're coming down from your office to this floor, I run like my life depends on it. After all, I care deeply about Director William's health and just want to make sure he's doing fine."

That explained how Dean had conveniently been outside William's office earlier.

Atlas cast him a sidelong glance but remained silent. By now, he was accustomed to Dean's hypocrisy. Not that he disapproved-Dean's sarcastic remarks and last- minute jabs at William were usually quite effective.

William deserved them, anyway. Had Atlas not been buried in work, he would've stayed longer just to watch William cling to his life.

The silence in the elevator stretched on endlessly after that. Atlas glanced at the numbers above the door, and when they neared his floor, he blinked.

Pierson has someone following you. Whatever

DING!

moment the elevator doors slid open, Atlas stepped out

hand, remained frozen, staring at the now-empty doorway. Only when the lift chimed again and the doors

brows. "He has someone tailing me?" he

Dean didn't question the warning. Atlas wouldn't say something so reckless just to pass the time. If anything, it meant Atlas had already seen something he just wasn't sure himself about its

murmured to himself, the smile fading from his face. Running his tongue across his inner cheek, his eyes darkened. "Maybe having a common enemy isn't

usual. No matter how everyone spent their hours, the clock still signaled the end

had already informed Grace that she wouldn't be able to attend her 33rd birthday celebration, she sent a small gift instead

[Old Pierson Residence]

Mrs. Pierson busily pulled out containers from the fridge, her voice warm with affection. "I made them not long ago-perfect

had helped carry. A soft smile graced her lips

the counter and the dining table. It looked as though Old Mrs. Pierson was planning to feed an entire

dismissively, making Butler Hubert step in to assist with the food. She then cast Penny a playful

as he took the containers. "Do not worry, Young Madam. The Old Madam has been following all of your instructions. Preparing

grin filled with mischief. "Thanks to you managing my medications, I feel so good I could take back my retirement

Hubert both laughed as Penny helped the elderly woman

packed the food

some for Allison

Charles," Old Mrs. Pierson

need

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well-oh, and your brothers! The rest

your