Pampered By My Three Brothers: The Return Of The Neglected Heiress - Chapter 709

Chapter 709: I won’t tell a soul about it.
Butler Jen waited for the brothers to return, feeling a slight worry. However, when he saw Atlas smiling while Slater chattered in his ear, he heaved a sigh of relief.

“Why am I so worried?” he wondered to himself, smiling. “I’ve never seen them fight.”

Well, everyone in this household had seen Penny and Slater fight. They argued all the time; there wasn’t a day when Penny came home and didn’t pick a fight with him. It had always been like that, but no matter how intense their fights got, Penny and Slater would always make up.

“It seems like everything is settled,” Butler Jen greeted the two as they approached the kitchen entrance from the garage.

“Settled?” Slater scrunched up his nose and glared at Atlas. “I haven’t forgiven him.”

Atlas, on the other hand, ignored Slater and smiled at Butler Jen. “I’ll be in my room for a short break, but I’ll have to leave in an hour.”

“Oh. Should I prepare your lunch, First Young Master?”

“No need for that.” Atlas shook his head. “I just told you so you don’t have to prepare lunch for me.”

“Oh… okay.” Butler Jen nodded as Atlas walked away. “First Young Master, should I call your driver back?”

Atlas halted and glanced over his shoulder. “There’s no need for that. I’m driving myself to the office today.”

“Oh, alright…” Butler Jen nodded as Atlas resumed his steps, walking away from them.

Both Butler Jen and Slater didn’t ask questions, as there were days when Atlas would drive himself to the office. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t use a driver; they had just grown used to Atlas’s habits. Thus, when Atlas was out of sight, Butler Jen faced Slater.

“Third Young Master, your desserts are still on the table. Should I replace them with a new batch?”

“Nope!” Slater shook his head. “I’m off somewhere. My First Brother ruined my mood by criticizing my car. I’ll just get angry if I stay and think about his audacity.”

Butler Jen smiled wryly, tilting his head to the side. “Please be patient with your First Brother. I’m sure that even though he’s not showing it, he is very worried about what happened to Sir Allen.”

“That’s why I’m being lenient with him, hmp!”

“Third Young Master, why was he looking for your car, though?” Butler Jen asked, only to see Slater shrug.

“He’s losing his mind, that’s all.” Slater beamed at him before jumping to Butler Jen’s side. “Please look after him and stay away from him for now. First Brother is starting to lose it.”

“Haha.” Butler Jen chuckled, only to remember something. “Did he ask you to show your other car?”

Slater’s smile stiffened. “Huh?”

“Didn’t you have two red sports cars?” Butler Jen tilted his head to the side. “Now that I think of it, I haven’t seen it in a while.”

“Hehe. Butler Jen, please don’t mention that to my First Brother,” Slater laughed awkwardly, almost whispering. “James borrowed it for a while.”

Deep lines appeared between Butler Jen’s brows. “He borrowed it? You let him?”

“Hehe. James has always been good to me, and his new car takes time to get released.”

“Ah… that’s why.”

“Yes.”

“But why don’t you want your First Brother to know?”

Slater sighed. “Didn’t you see him earlier? He looks like he’s going to punch me in the face.”

Butler Jen blinked, still confused by Slater’s point. It seemed pointless. However, he smiled and nodded. Whatever the reason was, Butler Jen had always kept the family’s secrets safe. After all, he didn’t need to reveal anything since the family members often threw themselves under the bus. Even Penny had this bad habit.

“Alright.” Butler Jen nodded in understanding, knowing Slater would eventually out himself or that Atlas would find out about it. Even so, it would always be a harmless confrontation. “Don’t worry, Third Young Master. I won’t tell a soul about it.”

“Thanks, Butler Jen! You’re the best!” Slater cheered before happily walking in, patting his chest as he sighed in relief. Glancing over his shoulder, his expression soured before he resumed his steps.

Meanwhile, Butler Jen kept a smile on his face, watching Slater approach the dining table and pick up a few sweets before leaving.

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“You’re leaving now, First Young Master?” Butler Jen looked up the stairs, where he saw Atlas walking down.

Atlas, who was busy fixing his cufflinks, glanced at Butler Jen. “Mhm. Where’s Slater?”

“Hmm. He left, telling me to inform you that he didn’t tell me where he would go…” Butler Jen chuckled helplessly. “I think the Third Young Master is still upset.”

“Well, he has every reason to be,” Atlas shrugged. “Anyway, I’ll go.”

“Yes, Young Master Atlas. Please take care on your way.”

Atlas offered a short smile and nodded. “Thank you, Butler Jen.”

Having said that, Atlas strode off without idling, as he still planned to finish some tasks today. Unlike what he told the driver, Atlas didn’t plan to celebrate this “second life.” He only said that because he was worried the driver might be traumatized.

But when Atlas walked out, his brows rose upon seeing the old driver standing near his car. His brows knitted together as he approached, watching the driver smile from ear to ear until his eyes were squinting.

“Did… Butler Jen call you?”

“No, sir, but I thought that you might need one,” explained the driver. “You and Sir Allen always work even in a storm, so I’m certain that incident earlier won’t stop you. Moreover, considering Sir Allen hasn’t come back, I know he would be worried about the workload you now have. I want to at least lessen that by doing my role and driving you to where you need to be. Don’t worry about me, sir. I’m old, and I’ve had a lot more terrifying experiences aside from earlier. I’m still fit to work.”

Atlas gazed at the old man, huffing helplessly. “How stubborn,” he murmured while the driver chuckled, opening the backseat door for him.

“To the office, sir?”

“Mhm,” Atlas hummed, nodding. “To the office.”

******

Meanwhile, Slater slowed down as he entered the mechanic shop far away from the city. Stepping out of the car, he walked closer and stopped, resting his hands on his hips when he saw a red sports car with a wrecked front end.