Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 528

Chapter 528: Stay out of her life, and I’ll stay out of hers.

Dean’s expression slowly turned blank at the brief look he caught in Slater’s eyes. The last remarks Slater had spewed—those taunting words spoken with such innocence—were something Dean quickly picked up on.

Slater was mocking him. He was taunting him.

"Hehe. Of course, they’re nice!" Old Mrs. Pierson chuckled as she glanced at Slater, who quickly beamed at her.

"Thanks, Grandma! Time to dig in!" Slater declared happily, showing no trace of the look he’d given Dean moments ago.

All Dean could do was laugh to himself. ’I guess the third brother isn’t as foolish as she describes him,’ he thought, lifting his sharp eyes to Slater again. ’He actually knows how to taunt people.’

It was very unlike the image Slater had in public.

Even as someone with a position in the Pierson Corporation, Dean knew about Slater. Penny rarely talked about her family to him or anyone else; she would mention them in passing but never delve deeply. Regardless, Slater was probably the only Bennet who was easily recognizable to everyone.

With Slater’s career, one would know "almost" everything about him.

Slater was the Nation’s Prince—the Nation’s Singing Angel. He was the Nation’s Everything. Although he started as an artist—a singer—his popularity skyrocketed due to his looks and talent. He quickly earned countless offers from all sorts of brands. At one point, one of the Pierson Corporation’s subsidiaries even wanted him to be the face of their project.

This showed just how in demand this guy was. He wasn’t just known for his popularity but also for his charitable causes. His good and goofy character was one of the reasons his fans adored him. In other words, Slater had a very good image, which earned him a massive army of fans.

No one would ever think he had such a side.

"Is it good?" Old Mrs. Pierson inquired, chuckling when Slater grinned and blushed.

"It’s so good..." Slater muttered, his mouth full. "It’s so good, Grandma." _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}

"Hahaha! It’s alright! Enjoy your meal, child! Don’t mind me." Old Mrs. Pierson was pleased by his appreciation. But when she shifted her gaze to the person across from her, she let out a sharp huff and continued eating.

’Did he ask me to stay here just to show me that even my grandmother is good to him and not to me?’ Dean wondered, almost finding this amusing. However, he didn’t dwell on it and quietly ate.

"So? What did you come here for?" After fifteen minutes of silence—or rather, fifteen minutes of Old Mrs. Pierson making sure Slater was well-fed—she finally turned her attention to Dean. "If this is about the board meeting, I’m not coming. And I’m not giving you even the slightest part of my share. I’m still too strong for you to divide my share."

Dean smiled humbly. "Grandma, I didn’t come here for that. I simply came because I missed you and wanted to see how you were faring."

After the meal, Old Mrs. Pierson asked Slater to stay for a cup of tea. However, this time, Slater declined, knowing it was time for her medication and rest. It was the same for Dean, and the two men bid their farewells.

Playing with his keys on his finger, Slater paused in front of his car and turned to Dean, who was approaching his own vehicle, with his driver already holding the door open.

"Hey," Slater called, stopping Dean from getting into the car. He then marched toward Dean, standing a few steps away. He glanced at the driver, and Dean quickly got the hint.

"I’ll get in myself," Dean told the driver.

"Yes, sir." The driver lowered his head slightly, closed the backseat door, and got into the driver’s seat. Once he was in, Dean turned back to Slater.

"Yes?" Dean asked. "What is it that you want, Mr. Bennet?"

Slater shrugged. "Nothing, really. Just... a quick reminder." Slater stepped closer, and his kind, jolly expression darkened. "It must be fate that brought us together today because I didn’t expect to see you. But... here’s a friendly warning."

Slater paused, taking another step closer, almost gazing down at Dean as he was slightly taller. "Throw another threat at my sister again, and I’ll make sure to drag your name through the mud. You might be a Pierson, but even the entire Pierson Family can be charmed. Don’t play with her because you won’t like me playing with you. Stay out of my sister’s life, and I’ll stay out of yours."