Pampered By My Three Brothers: The Return Of The Neglected Heiress - Chapter 664

Chapter 664: Why her and not you?
The next day…

[Pierson Corporation]

Dean walked to his office in silence. Today was the board meeting, and until then, he had to do some extra work for it. On his way, his assistant welcomed him and fell a step behind.

“Sir,” called the assistant, making Dean slow down in his steps. “Mr. Davis might not be able to make it today, he said.”

Dean’s brow arched as he set his eyes ahead. “And why is that?”

“He didn’t say anything else aside from that he had a prior commitment he couldn’t cancel.”

“A prior commitment?” Dean let out a shallow laugh, sneering. “Did he think I would buy that?”

The assistant didn’t respond and simply followed him to his office quietly. It was true that no one would believe Finn’s lame excuse. After all, the board meeting of the Pierson Corporation was one of the most important meetings the company held three times a year—except in emergencies.

Everyone always attended it.

Finn might not be a direct member of the board, but he was one of the new partners of the company. Therefore, it was natural for him to attend and have a formal introduction. Finn had known about these months in advance and wouldn’t have scheduled another commitment on the same day as the board meeting.

Soon, Dean arrived in his office and turned to face his assistant. He spoke only once the door was closed.

“Find out where he is and what happened to him. It’s much better if you check all the hospitals in Anteca or see if he boarded a flight,” he ordered without a pause. “William Pierson wants me out, so he might have started breaking my limbs.”

The assistant lowered her head and answered sternly, “Yes, sir.”

“Don’t let anyone know about it,” he added before turning his back on her. But just as he reached his desk, he slowed down and furrowed his brows. “How about Zoren Pierson? Any news about him?”

In other words, he wanted to know if Zoren had gotten into another accident.

“Nothing, sir,” said the assistant. “No accidents or mishaps have been reported.”

Dean slowly arched a brow and glanced at her. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Is that so?” Dean shook his head. “Then go ahead and check if Finn is still alive or barely alive.”

Having said that, his assistant lowered her head and walked out of the office without making the slightest noise. Dean, on the other hand, sat behind his desk with a mixed expression.

“Normally, Zoren Pierson would already have had an accident or a mishap,” he murmured, only to be reminded that the one handling his security affairs was the Prime Group. “Penny.”

Dean huffed and shrugged. “Then, I’m glad if that’s the case.” A glint flickered across his eyes as he remembered Finn and Dean’s current conflict with his uncle, William Pierson.

“He better be safe,” he muttered. “It would be a shame to replace him. I don’t think I can find someone as cunning as him.”

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[Prime Group]

Penny reached for her cup of tea, sniffing its aroma as she lifted the cup to her lips. She had her legs casually crossed, seated on the one-seater couch. As she took a sip and let the tea linger on her taste buds, she slowly snapped her eyes up at the person seated on the long couch.

Finn Davis.

“What did you say?” she asked after a moment, almost laughing in ridicule. “You want to hire me?”

Finn smiled and nodded. “That’s right.”

“Mr. Davis, it seems you have a misunderstanding about our company operations,” she replied with a slight laugh. “Did you come here thinking that the last time we met meant we’d become friends?”

“I was hopeful that’s the case,” he quipped, undeterred by her sarcasm. “However, like I said, I need you, Penelope Bennet. I must admit I’ve been reflecting on my life this time, wondering why I didn’t think of starting my own security firm.”

“But even if you did, you still wouldn’t be Prime Group.”

“And that’s what I told myself,” he laughed. “Even if I thought of starting a security firm, it wouldn’t be the same as the Prime Group. It might be bigger, but I don’t think it would be as solid as your company.”

Penny shrugged, not refuting his claim, as she also knew there might be some truth in it. Penny’s clientele included all influential people, but finding clients wasn’t the biggest problem she faced when she started.

The biggest struggle was her own people.

To make a security firm successful, she needed many people who could do the job well. Even with the help of Wild and Haines, it was a struggle. It was what made Prime Group what it was today.

“Well… I didn’t think your storytelling last time would come so soon,” she remarked. “Since you’re already here as a prospective client of mine, you wouldn’t mind if I ask you a few questions, right?”

“Why would I mind?” he laughed. “But does that mean you’d approve me?”

“No. I’m just a busybody who wants to know your business.” She shrugged nonchalantly, not that she was reconsidering giving him her services; rather, she wasn’t planning it right now. “What type of services do you need?”

Finn almost laughed at that very obvious question, but he still answered. “Protection.”

“You want me to send you bodyguards?”

“No.” Finn shook his head, leaning over and resting one arm on his leg. “I want you to send them to someone else.”

“Oh?” Her right brow arched. “To who?”

“Nina Reed.”

Deep lines appeared between her brows, deepening when Finn started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Just in case you don’t know, I’m not interested in you, even if you stand naked in front of me,” she warned. “Though I don’t mind; my husband is a jealous type.”

Finn chuckled before he continued to unbutton his shirt. When his chest was revealed, he pulled his collar to the side to show her the bandage around it. This time, Penny furrowed her brows and squinted.

“What happened there?” she asked, lifting her eyes to him as she caught sight of fresh blood on the bandage.

“I was shot a few nights ago,” he explained. “Thankfully, it was a graze… or rather, the bullet was meant to graze me.”

Penny pressed her lips into a thin line for a moment, her eyes locked with his. “Yet you want me to send men to protect Nina? Why her and not you?”

“Do you remember Cassandra from the Star Section? She’s fifth in class. She’s my ex-fiancée.” He tilted his head as he pulled on his shirt, buttoning himself up with one hand.

“What about her? Did she go crazy and shoot you?”

Finn smiled at her before pausing. “She’s dating Jonathan Pierson.”