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

Chapter 1531: Married him for the money?

Meanwhile...

Hugo and Mint exchanged a quiet glance, as if daring each other to speak first. For some reason, they'd ended up in the same ward after Atlas had the two of them transferred. But sharing a room wasn't really the issue.

"Fine!" Mint huffed, rolling her eyes. "I'll ask then. Stop staring at me like you're waiting for me to say something."

She cleared her throat, the swelling on her face starting to go down. "Who the hell is that?!"

She pointed not at the coma patient, but at the figure hiding awkwardly in the corner of the room.

"They're our free lunch," Hugo said proudly, grinning. "I was worried no one was looking after them, so I had them brought here. Now their police protection and your police protection are the same. We're officially untouchable, Mint."

Mint deadpanned, her expression flat. "I don't care about that. I'm asking about that guy. Why is he hiding?!"

"He's a felon-heh." Hugo laughed awkwardly, then snapped his eyes to the man. "Hey, stop hiding already! You're making yourself even more suspicious!"

The man peeking from behind the bed offered Mint a sheepish smile and raised his hand slightly in greeting.

"You're protecting a felon now?" Mint asked, giving Hugo a suspicious look.

"I'm protecting a witness, for your information," Hugo corrected. "Remember that raid your team led? That's the boss-the original one. And this guy here? He's a member who thought I had abducted his boss, and so he tried to sneak him out. Almost got himself killed in the process."

"Ah..." Mint nodded slowly.

During the raid, most of those arrested kept their mouths shut. Those who were willing to talk ended up dead in prison. Mint clearly remembered that the Information Center they raided was supposedly under a different leader— according to intel, at least. Worse, while the raid was successful, the big players behind it weren't caught—not the previous boss, nor the current one.

some sort of power struggle," she murmured. "That's why

only to bite his tongue when Mint shot him a

complicated. Why

his throat and climbed onto a chair. "The Information Center might've sold sensitive data-stuff that could ruin reputations—but we weren't what

face darkened

but it was all just business. And even then, our boss never

then our boss got obsessed with a certain piece of information, and that's when things started to fall apart. He was

be in a coma now, but at

so he tried to sneak him out of here. Got

Mint asked, her reddened eyes narrowing. "If he thinks you're the enemy, there could be others

"Don't worry. I'm not just some

need more screen time, he thought with a

him for a beat before

gets more intel from Central Intelligence, right?" "Trust me, they're not always helpful when it really counts." Mint leaned back and glanced at the man. "So, he's been stuck here since he tried to sneak his boss out, only to

nodded. "But hey, someone's got to care

though?" Mint cast him a side-eye.

serve here are tiny.

she cursed under her breath. "I envy

winced as she touched her swollen face. Eating had become a painful chore, and her injuries had basically

is your

on my face. In a fight, why go for the face when

because hitting your

"And I protect my face because Penny would cry if she saw