Chapter 710: Respect your elder

[Pierson Corporation: CEO’s Office]

Zoren raised an eyebrow while a man in a suit straightened his back after whispering something in his ear. Seated on the one-seater couch, he glanced at the man.

"Someone stepped in?" he repeated, and the man nodded. "Did you find out who it was?"

"No, but we’re tracing the person’s tracks."

Zoren tilted his head. "And the person in the SUV?"

"We found the vehicle ditched several miles from the scene, but the people in it weren’t there anymore. We’re still checking the nearby hospitals and clinics. The incident is big enough to cause heavy injuries."

"I see." As soon as those words rolled off Zoren’s tongue, they heard a knock on the door before Benjamin entered.

The man in the suit took a step back and bowed to Zoren. "Thank you, CEO Pierson. I’ll excuse myself now."

Without waiting for Zoren’s verbal reply, the man turned around and left, lowering his head as he walked past Benjamin.

"What is he doing here?" Benjamin asked, glancing at the man who had just closed the door behind him. When he faced Zoren again, he approached carefully, confusion evident on his face. "Sir, what’s that guy from the HR Department doing here?"

"Just asking about the employees. I heard there had been some complaints."

"Eh?" Benjamin furrowed his brows, placing some papers on Zoren’s desk. "Sir, since when have you started concerning yourself with this?"

"The board meeting is already finished, but the family meeting isn’t. I simply want to make sure there aren’t any holes they could use to get to me."

"Ahh..." Benjamin nodded, somewhat convinced but not entirely. "The family meeting is tomorrow. Is there anything else you want to check?"

Zoren pondered and rubbed his chin. "I don’t think there’s more."

"Sir, are you sure?"

"Yes." Zoren smiled. "Call for Doctor Tan later. I would like to have one last check-up with him before tomorrow."

"Oh!" Benjamin perked up and nodded. "I’ll call him then."

Having said that, Benjamin smiled subtly and glanced at the food on the coffee table. He smiled, seeing that the food had been touched, indicating that Zoren was eating well. Without idling, Benjamin excused himself and left Zoren.

Meanwhile, Zoren kept his eyes on the door until it closed. He drew a deep breath, snapping his gaze to the table in front of him.

"A red sports car?" he whispered, narrowing his eyes. "Another person to be concerned about?"

From what he heard, the person in the red sports car had saved Atlas from a terrible accident. Even though that red sports car didn’t appear, Zoren’s men were already there for Atlas; it was just that the red sports car had beaten them to it.

"I was right," he whispered again. "They would target Atlas, but who is this person?"

A part of him was relieved that Atlas was fine, but at the same time, Zoren couldn’t shake off this complicated and indescribable feeling about the driver of the red sports car. For some reason, he couldn’t fully feel relieved, even though the person had saved Atlas.

If anything, it only raised many questions, such as Who and Why?

*******

Meanwhile, in a mechanic shop far away from the city, Slater stood at a distance from the ruined sports car. A shallow breath escaped his nostrils as he kept his attention on the vehicle while the mechanic inspecting it noticed him.

The old mechanic glanced in Slater’s direction before jogging up to him. "Man... this car is a goner. What did you do—did you hit someone and kill them?"

Slater didn’t answer and simply glanced at the old mechanic. "Can you fix it?" he asked when the middle-aged man was in his vicinity.

"That thing?" The mechanic looked back at the ruined front end of the car, his face twitching. "I can try, but it’ll definitely cost you a lot."

"Doesn’t matter."

The mechanic slowly set his eyes back on Slater, smiling helplessly. "Surely, being rich is a privilege."

"Don’t make it sound like it’s my fault my parents worked hard to give us such a privileged life."

"Tch. What a brat," the mechanic hissed, but he was already used to Slater’s personality because he had been Slater’s mechanic for years now. "Hey, don’t forget I’m older. Respect your elder—this brat."

The mechanic clicked his tongue, fishing out a stick of cigarette from his pocket and clipping it between his teeth. He casually lit the end, taking a long drag, then puffing the smoke into the air.

"I’ll send you the invoice later," he spoke again, snapping his eyes back to the wrecked car. "Some others don’t even drive their sports cars because they don’t want to dent them. Wow! I just hope you didn’t kill someone."

Slater’s lack of response made the mechanic arch a brow, looking back at him suspiciously.

"Did you hit someone?" he asked curiously. "Did you kill someone?"

"Hopefully."

"What kind of answer was that?"

"When will you finish it?" Slater cast the mechanic a look, his expression unchanging.

"You... do you have multiple personalities?" the mechanic asked. "How come you look like an angel in the tabloids, but you’re actually a very cold person?"

"I’m only cold to those I don’t care about."

"Ouch..." the mechanic frowned. "That hurts a little."

"So? When will you finish it?"

"Well..." the mechanic cleared his throat, gazing at the car. "Good thing you’re a regular and you always break your car, so I’ve got the parts ready. Hehe. I had a feeling you’d come here even more regularly when I heard you bought another sports car."

A sense of pride shone in the mechanic’s eyes, only to clear his throat at the unchanging look on Slater’s face. "Ahem! It’ll take about a week or two. Is that good?"

"No." Slater snapped his eyes at the car and shook his head. "I need it in three days."

"Hey, are you kidding me?"

"My brother saw this car," Slater remarked coldly. "It’s only a matter of time before he remembers I got two of them."

"Eh?"

"I’m coming back here in three days."

After saying that, Slater turned and walked away from the mechanic. The latter scoffed in disbelief, watching Slater’s retreating figure.

"Why did he even ask me when I would finish it if he would eventually decide on that?" he wondered to himself, a little irritated at how Slater bossed him around. "Hey, brat! You should visit a clinic if you’re injured. Even if the special seat harness kept you fine, looking at this piece of wreck tells me it’s impossible that the driver is completely fine. Also, the boss is asking about you. You should give him a call, you know?"

Slater stopped in his tracks as a glint flickered across his eyes upon hearing the mechanic’s remarks. However, he resumed his steps after a second without looking back at the mechanic.