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

Chapter 1516: Another unexpected passenger

[Pierson Corporation]

Jonathan stared blankly at his computer. The joy he'd felt at home had evaporated. All he could do now was wonder where this corporate nightmare would end.

The world was already crumbling for some, and yet here he was, staring at the unfinished task in front of him.

"This..." He trailed off, glancing around at the few remaining people in the office. As he did, he subtly unplugged the mouse and moved it around. "Hey, my computer's freezing."

One of his colleagues glanced up from his desk. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, check."

Letting the colleague investigate, the latter furrowed his brow.

"Did you save your work?" the colleague asked, concern evident in his voice.

"I thought I had finished, but I'm not sure."

"I see." The other man nodded. "I'll have someone look at it tomorrow. It's late already, and Sir Atlas left hours ago."

Yes!

Jonathan allowed himself a small, relieved smile as he glanced at his computer. "I hope I saved it," he whispered to himself. "Otherwise, I'll have to redo it tomorrow."

Making sure his colleague had heard him, he reluctantly powered down his computer and packed up his things. It had been days since Jonathan had transferred to the COO's department-the place he'd spent the rest of his life, or so Atlas had said.

But even though Atlas wasn't saddling him with unnecessary tasks like Dean had, it wasn't much of an improvement. The workload here, compared to Dean's department, was ten times heavier.

employees goodnight as he walked out of

didn't exist, he thought. The busiest department I remember was

the most laid-back place in the company. It was as if Atlas was intent on taking all the responsibility, as if he were preparing to inherit the

out of the elevator and made his way to his designated parking

"They said he left

the past few weeks, Atlas had been in his car at least a few times

somehow, Jonathan always ended up driving him home. But recently, Atlas had stopped hitching rides, for reasons

extra storage space for the unsent gift he'd bought for his sister. So now, Atlas had

muttered, letting

proceeded cautiously as he approached the vehicle, checking the windows for any sign of someone waiting inside. When he saw no one, his shoulders relaxed. Finally, he jumped

as his hand moved toward it, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw

leisurely across the backseat, her back flat against the

hitched, his voice rising in disbelief. "Are the Bennets out

volume making her ears hurt. She frowned, casting him

scare me?" she shot back, her face twisting with

Crazy? CRAZY?!

at the ceiling of the car. Just like her brother, she acted as though this was her car and Jonathan was the

pinched the bridge of his nose, a headache beginning to throb painfully in his

this point, the Bennets were giving him trauma. He

wondering who would ambush

you guys even get in here?" he muttered under

"I asked nicely."

"What?"

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for someone like you, I wouldnt be surprised if an evil spirit followed you around. Haven't you had any supernatural experiences at our house? Or are you