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

Chapter 1392: Atlas' spying skills

[Pierson Corporation]

Jonathan stretched his neck from left to right, massaging it as he dragged his feet out of the elevator to the parking lot. His tie was already loosened, and his blazer hung open, offering some comfort as he finally headed home. As usual, the day had been exhausting, juggling whatever errand Dean threw at him while also handling real work.

It was a hassle. A real hassle.

However, this was the last week Jonathan would be working under Dean. Yet, he wasn't even looking forward to transferring to Atlas's office. If Dean had already proven himself a complete jerk, then Atlas would surely double down.

"Damn it," he muttered, clicking his tongue as he fished out his keys and slid into the driver's seat. He tossed his briefcase onto the passenger seat and adjusted the rearview mirror-only to nearly jump out of his skin.

His eyes widened in horror.

"..." Slowly, he turned to look at the person sitting in the backseat. "What the hell are you doing in my car, Atlas?"

Atlas, looking entirely unbothered, met his gaze lazily. His mouth opened slightly as if to respond, but then he closed it again, seeming to have changed his mind.

Jonathan scowled. "You are in my car." He harrumphed, twisting his body further to look at the backseat. "At least give me a reason why you're trespassing on my property."

Atlas sighed and glanced away. "Too loud. Just drive."

"!!!" Jonathan almost choked on air.

First of all, Atlas had no right to act like Jonathan was the one who got into the wrong car. This was his car. And if Atlas was going to just sit there, the least he could do was offer a proper explanation. Instead, he acted like he had every right to be here.

Also-why the backseat? Did he think Jonathan was his driver? Or... was this some sort of preview of next week's horror special?

"Haa!" Jonathan scoffed, gripping the steering wheel. "Atlas, I know I'm going to work under you next week. Next week. But I'm sorry, you have no right to be in my car just because you'll be my direct boss. Office hours are over."

He forced a smile. "And I am not driving you home." freewebnovel.com

"Who said I'm heading home?"

not driving anywhere wherever it is you want

want you to drive me anywhere?"

staring at the man through the rearview mirror. "If you don't want me to drive you anywhere, then I'm driving myself home." Atlas

closed his mouth, too stunned to respond. His head ached. He was already

grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "All day, I have to deal with that jerk Dean

he supposed to drive home with this unwelcome passenger? More importantly, why was Atlas okay with him going

not—' Jonathan glanced back at Atlas and nearly gasped. "You're not thinking of staying at

"Drive."

"Atlas Bennet."

that you mention it..." Atlas hummed as if mulling it over. "I might reconsider.

he spoke, the more Atlas twisted it to suit

the wheel.

Atlas didn't answer, getting

the

his elbow on the window resting his jaw on his knuckles as he stared

that Jonathan found himself glancing at

tell me he's in my car just to... sightsee?'

so, what was going on in Atlas's

type of person who made others

a brilliant businessman, seemingly born for the role, yet there were aspects of his mind that

reason for being in his car was simple: he was spying

when they followed Jonathan before,

understood something. Wasn't net

Penny and Zoren were busy investigating certain matters about Jonathan. Atlas figured he might as

anything suspicious with Atlas present. If

wouldn't answer-not when his car's Bluetooth system would connect the call to the dashboard. He wouldn't risk Atlas hearing

hour of delay was still

full minutes of silence, Jonathan cleared

"Hey."