Pampered By My Three Brothers: The Return Of The Neglected Heiress - Chapter 1629

Chapter 1629: Who is the person pulling the strings?

[Minutes Earlier…]

“What?” Jonathan frowned as he stepped out of the bathroom, phone pressed to his ear. “She got out?”

“Yes. It seems she changed her lawyer, and the new one forced the judge to recuse himself,” said the person on the other end of the line. “The move was too abrupt for us to stop.”

Jonathan’s face darkened as he asked the most obvious question. “Who’s the new lawyer?”

“Her name is Grace. Not even a defense lawyer, but a corporate lawyer. She handles all legalities for Prime Group.”

“…” Jonathan’s jaw tightened, his grip on his phone trembling.

Penelope, it’s you again.

He swallowed the rising tension in his throat and exhaled sharply. “Never mind her. Getting bail doesn’t mean she’s out of trouble. Keep monitoring the situation at the Information Center.”

“Yes.”

Clack.

His frown deepened as the call ended. Glancing at his phone, he scoffed.

“That woman…” he hissed, his eyes gleaming malevolently.

Jonathan resumed his steps, tossing his phone on the bed and drying his hair with a small towel. He sat on the edge of the bed, letting the towel rest on his head while his arms draped over his legs.

“Penelope,” he whispered. “… Grace.”

No one knew it, but Jonathan was one of the few people who had followed Penny’s case from start to finish. Not because it was entertaining, but because he had to keep a close eye on it.

And since Jonathan was more involved with the Pierson Corporation than anyone else in the past, he knew the names in the legal department. Grace — that woman had never appeared on the list. And given Grace’s role in handling large companies besides Prime Group, Jonathan was even more appalled by her existence.

Where had Grace been in his previous life?

“There are only two things that could explain it,” he muttered to himself. “Either she died, came back with her memories, and changed her life.”

He nodded to himself. That explanation made sense. After all, the perks of going back in time with memories of future events were invaluable. Just look at Penny, a self-proclaimed genius. Jonathan had exploited that to manipulate events to his favor as well.

It wouldn’t be surprising if Grace, one of the most high-profile lawyers in their field, had done the same.

If not that, then he could only think of… Penny.

“That lawyer got her big break by closing Prime Group,” Jonathan murmured. “Her name started gaining visibility after that.”

Either Penny had seen Grace’s potential in their past life and gave her a chance to shine, or… Penny created Grace.

“And somehow, even though the first option makes more sense, I can’t help but think it’s actually the latter,” he whispered, referring to Penny creating Grace.

And maybe he wouldn’t uncover the truth, but his instincts told him he was right.

In their previous life, Grace had been stuck in prison. She hadn’t even finished high school, finding herself on a different path. It had been Penny who had shown her the light, guiding her along a safer route.

“Tsk.” Jonathan clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Never mind. That woman can try, but Cassandra is destined for prison.”

If not her, someone else would have to take her place, he thought.

His expression sharpened as he clasped his hands together. A glint flickered in his eyes, and his breathing grew heavy with anticipation.

If I didn’t put her in that place, Penelope Bennet… is gonna be in there. His thoughts twisted, though his intention was far different from the words his mind spoke.

I don’t need that woman in there.

A brief silence washed over Jonathan as he contemplated his plans, plans he had been devising since his rebirth.

He would not allow history to repeat itself.

Even if it meant sacrificing others — like Cassandra — for the greater good.

After a moment, Jonathan closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. He shook his head and reached for the towel over his head. Rising to his feet, he draped the towel over a nearby chair. As he did so, his eyes were drawn to the small round table.

A silver lighter and a pack of cigarettes sat there.

It was no secret that Jonathan had been a chain smoker in his previous life. In this life, he had tried to avoid it, but recently, he had found himself keeping them close, within easy reach.

“Hah.” Another sharp huff escaped him as he picked up the lighter and a pack of cigarettes.

Staring at them, he clicked his tongue. “It’s all because of those damn Bennets that I’m starting to fall back into this habit.”

If not for them always giving him a heart attack or violating his rights and privacy, Jonathan wouldn’t even keep these with him. But alas, Atlas was always where he shouldn’t be, and then there was Penny. Not to mention the recent threat to his life.

Irritated, Jonathan turned toward the door and left his room for a smoke. Just one stick, he told himself.

With that thought in mind, Jonathan jogged down the stairs.

He came down with the intention of smoking just one stick. That was it. However, as he reached the first floor, his steps halted. His house was neither too big nor too small, but even in the dim light, he quickly spotted a figure that shouldn’t be there.

Slowly, he turned his head until he was facing the figure directly. His breath caught in his throat, surprise washing over him as he recognized the person seated on the couch.

If getting ambushed by Atlas was random, and by Penny, chaotic… getting ambushed by Zoren was like death knocking at his door.

“…” Jonathan gulped, gripping the lighter and pack of cigarettes tighter. “Zoren Pierson.”

Zoren didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just sat there in the dark like a statue. But when he parted his lips and his cold voice echoed, the air around them grew still.

“Who is the person pulling the strings?”