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

Chapter 1393: You're still alive because of me

Atlas arched a brow, recognizing the road they were taking. Not long after, the car stopped in front of the gates of the Bennet Mansion.

"I didn't tell you to drive me home," he said in his usual monotone, his eyes fixed on the driver's seat.

Jonathan resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he looked back at the ungrateful man in the backseat. "The first thing you should be asking is how I knew where you live," he corrected, knowing the impact of this knowledge would be lost if Atlas didn't even acknowledge it.

But alas...

Atlas was already stepping out before Jonathan could finish his sentence.

"Tsk." Jonathan clicked his tongue, watching him through the front passenger window. "Isn't he even curious how I knew where he lived? Or what I'm going to do with this information?"

This information, after all, was a nice ingredient to add in a threat.

His face soured as he watched Atlas approach the gates. The guard opened the smaller entrance for him, and Atlas walked in without hesitation.

"Just look at him," Jonathan muttered to himself. "Not even sparing a glance back to wonder why I'm still idling here."

With a huff, Jonathan shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it. After all, Atlas was... well, Atlas. Jonathan would rather deal with Zoren's madness than Atlas's infuriating calmness. Somehow, that composed demeanor was even more maddening.

"Great," he grumbled as he drove away, annoyed at wasting minutes of his life driving Atlas home. "What's the point of having an assistant if he won't drive him home?"

As far as Jonathan was concerned, Atlas usually drove himself to work and home. Though there were times when his driver took over-mainly when Atlas had more than three places to be in a day-his focus lately had been on operations at Pierson Corporation rather than outside meetings.

on the window, Jonathan drove leisurely, taking this time alone to recover from

Vroom!

car. His eyes studied the vehicle ahead before exhaling faintly. Still, he showed no sign of alarm. Instead, his car drifted into the

you left

quiet residential street near a community park. His eyes remained on the windshield, noticing several men

woman in a black dress and veil smirked. "Is there something you're hiding from me? That you want me out of Anteca?" Her voice was alluring, with an

a fool? Whether you're in Anteca

picking up the envelope on her lap and handing

a brow, Jonathan took it. "What is

reason, people are getting too curious and they're getting too close."

a senator's granddaughter. A man I hope wins

paused for a second, already guessing what she wanted. But without a word, he

the driver's seat. "She's becoming

words like these from her. After all, the woman sitting beside him

out the papers inside, stopping halfway. The first page contained a

about this?" he asked, still studying

sure I want her gone? Is that what you're

finally faced her. Half of her face

feel her sharp gaze on him. "What I'm

you not believe in yourself

not it. I just think getting rid of her

it, I'll