Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1690

Chapter 1690: You’re younger

"We’re still in the Red District, but on another street."

Dean looked back at Atlas and continued, "At least we’re not in the same row as the nightclub we came in."

"No wonder that guy just disappeared no matter where I looked when I followed him," he hissed, shaking his head as everything he’d been thinking began to unravel. "Clever, and I hate to admit that."

Atlas mostly ignored him as he casually sat on the edge of the bed, not wasting a second in compiling all the photos and evidence he gathered and sending them to the rightful recipients.

"What are you doing?" Dean frowned. "That can wait."

"It can, but I can’t."

"Tsk." Dean clicked his tongue once more, shoved his hands into his pockets, and then scanned the room. After a second, he smacked his lips and took a step forward. "Well, now that we’re out, I guess this is where we part ways."

"I didn’t have fun," he added as he walked past Atlas, waving at the man without looking back. "But surely, it’s a night I’ll never forget until I get dementia."

But then, just as Dean reached for the door, Atlas’s voice stopped him.

"I don’t think it’s safe to go out for now."

"Huh?" Dean looked back at Atlas, who was still busy with his phone and not looking in his direction. "What do you mean? We’re already out, and we’re not even on the same street as the club."

"And search protocols also widen their range when they can’t find their targets."

Dean’s brows crinkled, staring at Atlas in silence. After a beat, Atlas looked up and met his eyes.

"If the people who were trying to break the vault managed to break it or melt it, then it means they knew someone had been there," Atlas explained, his voice still flat but stern. "If they see you or me — familiar faces around Jonathan — do you think they’d just leave us alone?" _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}

He paused before adding, "They stabbed him to death. If Zoren and his men weren’t there, he would’ve inflicted more stabs until he died in there. And that wasn’t even the first time his life was threatened."

"He was almost shot in the head if not for Penny hijacking his car. The moment you underestimate these people, despite knowing that, you’d end up just like Jonathan," Atlas warned, his eyes sharp, and his voice harsher. "And they’d kill you not because you’re on their list, but because you now know something you shouldn’t."

"I hope being nosy and this thrill you’ve been looking for is worth it."

After saying his piece, Atlas looked down again and continued what he was doing. He acted as if he hadn’t just lectured Dean with a cold fact.

Meanwhile, Dean stood rooted in the same place. His eyes were fixed on Atlas, gulping. As much as he hated how everything was worded and delivered, what Atlas said was true.

Those people might have no reason to kill him yet, but once they saw him, they’d have one.

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