Pampered By My Three Brothers: The Return Of The Neglected Heiress - Chapter 825

Chapter 825: he is a real artist
“Confess this to my first brother. He’ll know what to do.”

For a moment, silence enveloped the room as Stephen stared at Slater in disbelief. “You want me to tell Atlas that I tried to… end the chairman?” By the end of his sentence, he had to whisper his words. “Are you out of your mind?!”

“Yes, I want you to tell him.” Slater nodded. “Except for the part about me and that I told you to do this, of course.”

“Why?” Stephen gasped. “Why would you want me to tell Atlas? Can’t you just help me yourself?”

“I can, but then again, it raises the stakes of getting my cover blown. I’ve already taken the risk and revealed it to you, just because I want you to trust me, even though there’s an easier way to handle this situation.”

That easier way, of course, would be getting Stephen caught and arrested for what he had planned in his mind. It would also be simpler to silence Stephen, since Slater didn’t have much of an emotional attachment to him. If only Slater would think of all the bad things he could do to Stephen, it would be easier.

After all, he might be an agent, but that didn’t mean he was squeaky clean. Having dirty hands was necessary for this line of work.

But why was Slater taking the long road?

‘In the past, the Bennet family fell, not just because of Penny, but because of our lack of unity,’ he thought, assessing the mixed emotions swirling in Stephen’s shaky eyes. ‘It’s still strange that they’re taking this approach… but at the same time, it makes some sense.’

In the past, the person they manipulated was Penny. But because Penny had built herself a security empire and was untouchable in this timeline, they shifted their focus to Sven. Now, it was Sven behind bars, not Penny.

Even so, Slater knew that wasn’t the end of it. After all, when Global Prime Logistics declared bankruptcy because of the controversy, another company had risen in its place. If Slater could change that, it would be easier to concentrate the enemy’s attention on the Bennet family, instead of using another pawn in whatever plan they had to make things even more complicated.

‘Unless, of course, that’s still their plan,’ Slater told himself. ‘But then again, I joined Homeland Security for this very reason.’

“Are you sure?” Stephen asked after a prolonged silence. “Slater, are you sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“What if your first brother gets me arrested?”

“He won’t.”

“How are you sure about that?” Stephen gasped. “Don’t you know your first brother? The moment I tell him what I planned to do, he’ll call the cops on me!”

“He might, but he won’t.” Slater shook his head. “I’m sure of that because my first brother has already caught on.”

Again, Stephen gasped. “What? He already knows what I’m planning to do?”

“No, not that, but I’m sure he knows someone manipulated Sven,” Slater replied reassuringly. “I can safely say I know my first brother better than you do, since I grew up with him. But I’m sure you know him well enough too. My first brother will know what to do if you confess this to him. Moreover, he needs to be aware of all of this instead of poking his nose somewhere else. Otherwise, this won’t work, and you’ll find yourself in a bigger and deeper hole than you already are.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means if you don’t, Homeland Security will be on you as well, and that’s not going to be good. After all, I told them where I got the pills.” Slater shrugged as Stephen’s complexion turned ashen. “The only reason you weren’t apprehended is because of me.”

“What do you say, Uncle?” Slater tilted his head to the side. “Do you trust me? You don’t have a choice but to trust me at this point.”

Stephen pressed his mouth into a thin line, staring at Slater, who, one moment, seemed like an ally and the next, a possible threat. But then again, Slater had entrusted him with such a huge secret.

“As you mentioned, I don’t have a choice,” Stephen said, breathing out in surrender. “I’ll have to trust you with this.”

“Good—”

“What are you brats doing here?!”

Suddenly, Chairman Bennet’s voice rang from the entrance. Slater and Stephen flinched in surprise, with Stephen freezing on the spot. Slowly, Slater turned his head, only to see the chairman in his thick robe and cane, wearing his classic grumpy frown.

“Good evening, Grandpa~” Slater giggled innocently, jumping from his seat to face the chairman. “Uncle and I were having a chat about a surprise party we want to throw for your birthday!”

“My birthday is over, you brat!”

“It is?!” Slater gasped, covering his mouth in shock. “I thought it was next month! Did my father prank me?!”

Chairman Bennet’s face darkened, his frown deepening. “Your father doesn’t know my birthday!”

“Oh, goodness! How irresponsible!” Slater huffed, looking back at Stephen with a frown. “Uncle, why did you not tell me that Grandpa’s birthday was over? Did my father tell you to prank me as well?”

Stephen snapped out of his daze, automatically getting up from his seat. “Uh, ahh… I thought you were talking about his birthday next year.”

“Tch.” Slater pouted, clicking his tongue. “Uncle, you were just playing with me, weren’t you?!”

He then turned to face the chairman, pointing a finger at Stephen. “Grandpa, Uncle is playing me. I’m innocent!”

“You brat, leave this place right now before I start caning you!” Chairman Bennet roared, slamming the bottom of his cane against the floor. “Also, you, Stephen, what are you doing here with Slater?!”

“Well…” Stephen cleared his throat, a little shocked at how Slater changed his tone and demeanor in the blink of an eye. Now that he was seeing this shift, it felt more unsettling than amusing. It was as if the person he had been talking to moments before the chairman appeared had been a figment of his imagination.

“You two, get out of here now!” Chairman Bennet impatiently chased them out, warning them not to sneak into his house in the middle of the night. Slater’s response almost earned him a beating, but luckily, he was a quick runner.

And just like that, Stephen and Slater were kicked out of the old residence. But before they parted ways, Slater stopped and looked at his uncle.

“Uncle,” he called, causing Stephen to flinch. “Do it tomorrow. I’ll find out if you don’t.”

After saying his piece, Slater walked away, jumped into his car, and drove off. Stephen was left standing by his own car, watching as the red sports car slowly turned the corner and sped away.

“I guess… he is a real artist, as he claimed. If I didn’t know, I would’ve thought everything was just my imagination, especially after seeing him act in front of the chairman just now.”