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

Chapter 1599: Slap on the butt

Patricia stared at her phone, studying the portrait she had taken a photo of with Penny's permission. Her other hand cupped her cheek, tapping it lightly as she thought about it.

Why did she look like someone?

She didn't mean that the picture looked like the maid, but rather, she felt that this person resembled someone else. For Patricia, the resemblance was uncanny. The question was, who did she resemble?

As Patricia thought about it, she hadn't noticed she was starting to lose track of time. Before she knew it, the CEO's office door flew open from the inside. At the same time, Mark was already standing.

"Huh?" Patricia blinked, catching Penny walking out. "Penny, where are you going?"

Penny cast her an indifferent glance. "Don't you have my schedule with you?"

"You do."

"Then you'd know where." Penny snapped her eyes back to Mark. "Wait for me in the parking lot. I'll just get changed."

"Yes."

Yet, the two of them still walked off together, with Mark following from behind her.

Patricia frowned and intuitively checked Penny's schedule. Her face twitched, gasping in shock.

"I can't believe I've just been staring at this photo all this time!" she panicked. "Oh no. I still have some real work to finish!"

Shoving the thought about the picture aside, Patricia quickly got to work. But as she did, another bitter thought crossed her mind.

I forgot to give her a snack!

[PIERSON CORPORATION]

Dean stood in front of the elevator door, his head starting to throb painfully. After an entire night in the laboratory, Dean barely went home to change. Then, without rest, he went to the office. Even so, he didn't plan on staying in the office all day.

to go home to rest. Perhaps a nearby hotel,

DING!

the door slowly parted open. The moment it did, Dean caught

his

Dean locked eyes with Atlas, the latter slowly reached out for the button, almost as though Atlas was expecting Dean to waste his time by waiting for the door to close on its own without getting in. It wouldn't be the

Atlas's surprise, Dean spoke right before

to wait for the next lift," Dean said as he

at him but said nothing. He pressed close, expecting a rather long elevator ride. For some reason, it felt like whenever they rode the lift with someone else, it always

corner, sighed quietly. He looked up at the numbers nervously. 'Why

simple fact that one of them would break the building's silence. He knew that if Atlas or Dean opened their mouths, it was going to be a verbal battle-again. And Allen would have to be

neither Atlas nor

a

because the next second, Dean finally

Jonathan Pierson?" he asked, eyes still on the door

"Fine."

he missed my

He's useless in

his eyes at Atlas. "What did you expect from

for himself, he'd

you, I'm

nothing for me to

Zoren Pierson is still alive and kicking? You don't even know how long

turned his head and faced

in pure silence. The tension

least, that was what Allen thought as he squeezed himself into the corner while holding

a little more,' he thought, keeping his eyes on the elevator. 'Just a little more... please

some reason, the heavens seemed to listen to Allen's pleas. Atlas and Dean didn't say a word as they simply looked away from each other. Then,

disbelief. 'Or am I actually dead, caught between the crossfire, and I'm simply thinking

pinched his cheek, nothing was said anymore. If anything, Atlas and Dean