Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 947

Chapter 947: Who said I am unemployed?

In the end, Allen and Atlas found themselves walking out of the building, each carrying their own box.

"Sir..." Allen sighed, gazing at Atlas beside him before glancing at everyone around the lobby. "Is parading our exit necessary?"

They could have just used the elevator from the CEO’s floor straight to the parking lot, which was the way Atlas usually preferred. However, it seemed Atlas wanted to leave the company while letting everyone know he had been kicked out.

Another deep sigh escaped Allen as he lowered his head. ’Although I’m not kicked out, but resigned, I still feel embarrassed by this. Everyone’s looking at us as if we were naked.’

"Don’t look down." Suddenly, Atlas spoke quietly. "You did nothing wrong, so keep your head high."

Slowly, Allen raised his head to look at his boss. Although everyone was already staring at this embarrassing situation, Atlas didn’t budge. Instead, he kept walking with the same face he wore whenever he entered or left the company — the same expression he used every second of the day.

"Sir Atlas..." Allen sighed helplessly but continued walking out with his boss proudly.

Atlas was right. They had done nothing wrong, so they could walk out of the building with their heads held high. If anything, the company had just lost two of its greatest assets.

After their little parade, they soon reached the parking space. They put their boxes in the trunk, and both men stood behind the car, gazing at it.

"You should’ve accepted his offer," Atlas said, looking at his assistant. "Although he’s going to send you to another department, he can’t change your hourly rate."

"Sir, did you think I work here for the money?"

"The last time I gave you a raise, you were so happy you almost ended up losing your life."

"..."

"I simply don’t want to burden you with this."

Allen smiled helplessly, knowing his boss wasn’t showing any emotion, as usual, but was sincere with his words. "The salary is one thing, but I’d stay true to what I said. I’d rather end up unemployed than have him boss me around. After all, Director Bennet — I mean Stephen Bennet might not be the person who pushed me off the stairs. However, Sven Bennet is still his son. If you’re not in the company, then there’s no point for me to put up with him."

"Allen."

"Yes, sir?"

"Do you like men?"

"Huh?"

"Just in case I did or said something that gave you the wrong impression, I’d like to clear up that I am not interested in men. Though I am equally uninterested in women and anything that breathes, still not with men," Atlas remarked sternly and clearly, as if he were trying to make a point. "If that’s clear, then let’s go."

After saying his piece, Atlas turned and walked away. As for Allen, he was left opening and closing his mouth, his face twitching.

"..." Atlas didn’t respond, but his face finally showed something that screamed, ’Are you sure the girlfriend isn’t just a front?’

Allen glanced at his boss, sighing in disbelief because now, Atlas was acting as if he had just not accused his assistant of having feelings for him. "I expected today to be a regular workday with a little twist, considering the chairman’s situation. So, I don’t have other plans since I’m officially unemployed now, sir."

"I see." Atlas nodded. "Then I’ll drop you off at your place."

"Sir, you don’t have to drop me off at my place. I can take the bus from the nearest station. Please do not bother."

"Alright."

Silence quickly fell in the vehicle after Atlas answered. Allen would sneak a look at the driver’s seat, keeping his mouth drawn into a thin line.

All Atlas’s life, he was set to be the next head of the Bennet Family. So now that Atlas had handed in his resignation letter, came the million-dollar question:

"Sir, what’s going to happen now that you’re unemployed?"

Before Allen could get an answer, he caught the corner of Atlas’s mouth hooked into a smirk.

"Sir? Why are you smiling?" Allen blurted out, only to see Atlas glance at him briefly.

"Who said I am unemployed?"