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.

help, and Allen was rushed to the hospital as soon as possible. Because of the time

police investigation and hoped Hugo's connections might help. But alas, instead of

taking large steps toward him. Reaching out, he clasped Hugo's collar tightly. In that moment, their height difference didn't seem to matter. "Don't you trust me anymore, Hugo? I said Allen wouldn't

found on him?" Unfazed, Hugo held his brother's burning gaze before clasping Atlas's wrist. "First Brother, the evidence is clear

the evidence! I don't believe it,

what will you

know him and what kind of person he is. He wouldn't do something like this. I know that. Unless he tells me

in silence.

say he is not what the investigation makes him

before releasing Hugo's collar. He huffed and looked away, setting his gaze on Allen. Meanwhile,

think you're thinking is correct,

"I don't know why he was in the office or what was so important for him to come back. I

throat. "But what I do know is that whoever did this... Allen must have known who it was. The fact that the CCTV cameras

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

could have

they could do. One would be surprised,