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?"

anywhere wherever it is you

to drive me anywhere?" Atlas blinked,

"If you don't

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

day, I have to deal with

to drive home with this unwelcome

gasped.

"Drive."

"Atlas Bennet."

you mention it..." Atlas hummed as

more Atlas twisted it to suit his own narrative. So, he shut his mouth, shook

gripping the wheel. "Don't blame me for

Atlas didn't answer, getting

the backseat.

jaw on his knuckles as he

passing scenery that Jonathan found himself glancing at him through the rearview

he's in my car just to... sightsee?' he thought

going on in Atlas's mind

of person who made others

there were aspects of his mind that left people intrigued. He was

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

Dean when they followed

understood something. Wasn't net

investigating certain matters about Jonathan. Atlas figured

Jonathan wouldn't dare do anything suspicious with Atlas present. If

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

delay

minutes of silence, Jonathan cleared

"Hey."