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.

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

bite his tongue when Mint

Why

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

darkened

right, but it was all just business. And even then, our

our boss got obsessed with a certain piece of

"He may be in a coma now, but at

to sneak him

asked, her reddened eyes narrowing. "If he thinks you're the

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

need more screen time, he thought

a beat before nodding. "Just asking, just

me, they're not always helpful when it really counts." Mint leaned back and glanced

hey, someone's got to care for

though?" Mint cast him a side-eye. "If they were already under police protection,

the portions they serve here are

she cursed under her breath.

become a painful chore, and her injuries had basically put her on a diet. Hugo, on the other hand, seemed perfectly fine. She narrowed her

is your face not

Hugo blinked innocently. "I do have bruises, just not on my face. In a fight, why go for

hitting your

face because Penny would cry if