Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387: The debt has been paid

[GLOBAL PRIME LOGISTICS HEADQUARTERS]

"Atlas Bennet!"

Atlas paused when he heard a voice burst into his office. He slowly lifted his gaze to see the chairman and Sven standing in the doorway. The chairman’s wrinkled face was flushed with anger, while Sven wore a cunning smirk.

’So they heard,’ Atlas thought, anticipating their reaction after what he had done the previous day.

The chairman, using a cane, stormed over and threw the proposal papers onto the desk. Atlas briefly closed his eyes, allowing the papers to fall to the floor. When he opened his eyes again, he looked up at the enraged chairman.

"What is the meaning of this?!" the chairman demanded, panting for breath. "Atlas Bennet, do you plan to destroy this family business?!"

Atlas’s expression remained stoic as he slowly rose from his seat. He picked up the paper on the desk and glanced at it, confirming that it was indeed the proposal he had offered to Ito Motors. Once assured, he faced the chairman again.

"Chairman, why don’t you sit down first?" he suggested, his tone polite but cold. "I’ll explain the situation to you..." He trailed off as the chairman slammed his cane on the desk.

"I don’t need to sit down, Atlas Bennet! I want you to tell me why you increased our prices to Ito Motors!" the chairman roared. "Are you out of your mind?! Or are you just trying to ruin me and this business I’ve worked so hard to build?!"

"Grandpa, please calm down," Sven said, placing a worried hand on the chairman’s arm as he saw the chairman was nearly out of breath. The chairman had yet to change his will, so he couldn’t die just yet. "Grandpa, I’m sure Atlas has a good reason for disrupting my negotiation with Ito Motors and for his aggressive actions!"

The chairman’s anger only intensified at Sven’s words. "Atlas, I told you to let Sven handle the negotiations! How dare you barge into Ito Motors’ office with such an absurd proposal?!"

"Ito Motors has been leeching off our services, and we’ve barely profited from them all these years," Atlas began, since the chairman was unwilling to sit down for a discussion. "Prices are increasing globally, including our services. If we don’t raise our prices and instead lower them, we will be slowly and painfully killing this company."

BAM!

The chairman struck the desk with his cane again. "What are you talking about, brat?! Have you forgotten that we already offended Ito Motors because that sister of yours married a hooligan abroad?!"

The moment those words left the chairman’s mouth, Atlas’s stoic expression turned sharp. "We’ve been supporting Ito Motors all these years, but they have tried to bite the hand that fed them. I didn’t offend them; they offended me."

"Hah! This brat!"

"Atlas Bennet, Ito Motors was a huge help to us when this company started. We— you and I—owe them our success. You wouldn’t have the privileged life you do without their trust," the chairman said firmly. "If you want to keep your position, I suggest you go to them and apologize. Otherwise, even if your father begs me, you will step down."

"And Ito Motors would have lost their privileged position long ago if not for the Bennet Family—if not for Charles Bennet," Atlas retorted just as firmly. "The debt has been paid, and Ito Motors has recovered. It’s time to do real business with them."

SLAM!

The chairman slammed his cane against the desk once more. "You! You’re not thinking straight, brat! Even so, having Ito Motors on our side is a huge advantage! If people find out that Ito Motors has left Global Prime Logistics, who do you think will still want to do business with us?!"

"You brat!" the chairman raised his cane, this time aiming it directly at Atlas. "The Ito Motors connection is broader than ours! Have you not considered that?!"

Just as the chairman was about to swing the cane at Atlas, the door suddenly flew open. Everyone turned to see Allen standing there, his face pale.

Atlas furrowed his brows. "Allen, what is it?"

Allen, panting and visibly shaken, said, "Sir, a representative from the Pierson Corporation is looking for you!"