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?"

it is you

drive me anywhere?" Atlas

furrowed his brows, 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

respond. His head ached. He was already exhausted, and

of his nose. "All day, I have to deal

winced in frustration. How was he supposed to drive home with this unwelcome passenger? More importantly, why was Atlas okay

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

"Drive."

"Atlas Bennet."

thinking about it when I got in, but now that you mention

the more he spoke, the more Atlas twisted it to suit his own

mind." He muttered, gripping the wheel. "Don't blame

Atlas didn't answer, getting

the backseat.

window resting his jaw on his knuckles as he

the passing scenery that Jonathan found himself glancing at

car just to... sightsee?' he thought before

was going on in Atlas's

of person who made others

aspects of his mind that left people intrigued.

in his car was simple: he was spying on

had been with Penny and Dean when they followed Jonathan before, but he

understood something. Wasn't net

busy investigating certain matters about Jonathan.

do anything

Bluetooth system would connect the call to the dashboard. He wouldn't risk Atlas

hour of delay was still a

full minutes of silence,

"Hey."