Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 687: Myself

Atlas had heard all sorts of ridiculous things since the start of his tenure-and even before that. But nothing could compare to what he was hearing now.

Standing at the side of the bed, Atlas gazed at Allen, who was lying on the bed, with blank eyes.

"That can't be right," he whispered, balling his hands into tight fists. "Allen wouldn't do that."

Hugo, who stood several steps away from his brother and the bed, sighed heavily. He glanced at the man on the bed and then at Atlas's side profile.

"But that's the report that came back to us," Hugo replied, his tone grave. "He was stealing from you, Atlas."

Atlas held his breath, turning his head to face his second brother. "He... wouldn't do that, Hugo. I know him, and he's not that kind of person."

"Then how would you explain those documents in his car? The flash drive in his pocket containing a copy of your database? And those messages on his phone?" Hugo's expression was solemn and dark, unfazed by the burning look in Atlas's eyes. "What about why he was there? What was so important for him to come back to the office in the middle of the night?"

Late last night, Atlas received a call from the hospital regarding an "accident" involving Allen. When he rushed to the hospital, he was informed about what had happened to his assistant.

hospital as soon as possible. Because of the time of the accident and the time he was found, even though Allen didn't die,

investigation. After all, he was not pleased with the police investigation and hoped Hugo's connections might help. But alas, instead of clarity, Hugo was telling Atlas the same thing the police had told

collar tightly. In that moment, their height

Unfazed, Hugo held his brother's burning gaze before clasping Atlas's wrist. "First Brother, the

evidence! I don't believe it,

what will

Atlas's grip on Hugo's collar tightened, his jaw clenched. "I know him and what kind of person he is. He wouldn't do something like this. I know that. Unless he tells me he did, then everything else doesn't

in silence.

nodding. "If you say he is not what the investigation makes him out to

away, setting his

down," Hugo said. "If what I think you're thinking is correct, then you really have to

planned it," Atlas whispered, keeping his eyes on Allen. "I don't know why he was in the office or what was so important for him to come back. I don't even know why he was in the fire

have known who it was. The fact that the CCTV cameras magically didn't work last night

to Allen. He wanted to believe Atlas completely and wished he could have the same faith in Allen. However, he couldn't blindly believe something just

could have been a

sorts of enemies and what they could do. One would be surprised, but more than that, it could leave people amazed by what they could do