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.

brows rise. "William Pierson has someone following you. Whatever you've been up to,

DING!

slid open, Atlas stepped out

now-empty doorway. Only when the

creased his brows. "He has someone

reckless just to pass the time. If

smile fading from his face. Running his tongue across his inner cheek, his eyes darkened. "Maybe having

day had passed as usual. No matter how everyone spent their hours, the clock still signaled

she wouldn't be able to attend her 33rd birthday celebration, she sent a small gift instead and continued with her

[Old Pierson Residence]

and Renren," Old Mrs. Pierson busily pulled out containers from the fridge, her voice warm with affection. "I made

leaned against the kitchen counter, setting down the food containers she had helped carry. A soft smile graced her lips as she watched the old woman fuss over the meals

dining table. It looked as though Old Mrs. Pierson was planning to feed an entire battalion. "You said you prepared everything yourself. I'm worried you're not getting enough rest, like I

Pierson waved dismissively, making Butler Hubert step in to assist with the food. She then cast Penny a playful look. "You

The Old Madam has been following all of your instructions.

to you managing my medications, I feel so good I

laughed as

the kitchen staff packed the food

made some for Allison

Charles," Old Mrs. Pierson

"And I need

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your brothers! The rest is for

your