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

Chapter 1501: Never

[Pierson Corporation]

Zoren leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the article displayed on his computer -one detailing the alleged crimes of a senator's granddaughter. Narrowing his eyes, he pressed a forefinger to his temple.

"This... I didn't expect," he whispered. "What is going on?"

Since Cassandra and Jonathan were set to be engaged, Zoren hadn't imagined Cassandra would end up in such a situation. What he had expected was a life of hell for her after marrying Jonathan-not because Zoren intended to make her life miserable, but because Jonathan himself was a menace.

But who was Zoren to reject the marriage?

Even so, this was unexpected.

What was going on?

Knock knock.

His thoughts halted at the faint knock on the door. Looking up, he said casually, "Come in."

A second later, Dean entered and closed the door behind him. Zoren arched a brow, noting the grin on Dean's face.

"Why are you smiling so much?" Zoren asked, curious. "What did you do, Dean Pierson?"

Dean chuckled as he strutted over to the couch. "Did you see the news?"

"I did."

"That's why I'm smiling."

Zoren narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Were you behind it?"

"Huh? No—haha! I wish!" Dean laughed heartily. And even with such a short response, Zoren believed him. Not because Dean wasn't capable, but because he wouldn't stoop that low. "I'm smiling because this means their engagement is canceled, right?"

"I don't think either of them has the time to think about tying the knot," Zoren nodded. freewebnovel.com

Dean's grin stretched even wider. He tapped the armrest playfully. "I don't like the Smiths, and I'm a bitter man. I don't want Jonathan to get married before I do."

simply studied his nephew. "If that's all, then

wouldn't be proper to let everyone

It took Dean five full minutes before he finally left

alone, Zoren reached for the telecom connected

If he refuses, tell him to call me. Otherwise, I'll consider his granddaughter's engagement to Jonathan Pierson

or not didn't matter to him. After all, this had nothing to

Why should he care?

he told himself that, he

drifting elsewhere. "Penny

one who believed in her

him to help, but it tugged

[Pierson Corporation: COO's Office]

heard?" Allen stood in front of Atlas's desk,

bother looking up, continuing to sign documents. His lack of interest didn't faze Allen, who cleared

whispered, "I think

Atlas replied, "I don't

Pierson and Miss Cassandra

They'd end up divorcing anyway. They might

he leaned in further. "That's not it, sir. Miss Smith was

Atlas paused. That caught his attention. Slowly, he looked up, meeting

"She trafficked children?"

The news is everywhere—it's shocking!" Allen said. "Sir, do

Instead, he said, "If you have time to gossip, I assume you finished the papers

choked, straightening up

need them today.

away. Why did I even think

itching to talk to someone, he sighed. His usual gossip buddy, Benjamin, hadn't

stared quietly

opened his web browser to see what was going on. He

is the same orphanage Jonathan visits,

understood Allen's

a hand over his heart,

scandals in business and entertainment recently-issues that gripped the nation for days, even weeks. But none of them made