Atlas arched a brow, recognizing the road they were taking. Not long after, the car stopped in front of the gates of the Bennet Mansion.
"I didn't tell you to drive me home," he said in his usual monotone, his eyes fixed on the driver's seat.
Jonathan resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he looked back at the ungrateful man in the backseat. "The first thing you should be asking is how I knew where you live," he corrected, knowing the impact of this knowledge would be lost if Atlas didn't even acknowledge it.
But alas…
Atlas was already stepping out before Jonathan could finish his sentence.
"Tsk." Jonathan clicked his tongue, watching him through the front passenger window. "Isn't he even curious how I knew where he lived? Or what I'm going to do with this information?"
This information, after all, was a nice ingredient to add in a threat.
