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

Chapter 1679: For what its worth

3.3.5.7.6

Atlas stared at Dean, thinking about the number combination and the word that didn't seem to have any connection. After a moment, he nodded.

"The letters of a keypad," he muttered, watching Dean shrug.

"Heard him say that to the support team during his training in my department when they came to check his PC," Dean remained indifferent. "The guy always unplugs his mouse or keyboard and then reports that something's wrong with his computer to avoid more work."

Atlas didn't care about that detail-he only needed a lead.

This may or may not be a useful lead, but it was worth considering.

"I see." Atlas nodded and turned to leave.

At the same time, Dean jumped from his spot and rushed to him. In just a few seconds, he was already standing beside Atlas by the door.

Atlas paused, hand on the door handle, his eyes slowly meeting Dean's. "What?"

"Hehe." Dean smiled from ear to ear, his eyes squinting. "I don't like that 'I see' look on your face. I'm tagging along."

Atlas deadpanned, but that wasn't enough to stop Dean from adding,

"I feel like something interesting is going to unfold," Dean remarked. "And I think the answer I just gave you earned me a front-row seat."

"I'm going home."

"No, you're not." Dean shook his head, pointing at Atlas. "I have more information because you don't even know where that passcode is used."

"Tell me where "

"Nope." Dean shook his head. "I'll tell you when you let me tag along."

Atlas opened his mouth, then closed it again. He stared at Dean with a flat expression, while the latter kept smiling. It was true that Atlas had been planning to go home after making a quick phone call to Zoren. However, it wouldn't hurt to know what else Dean knew.

he conceded after a moment of contemplation. "Just don't cry when I ask you what it feels like to have my

while Atlas slid the door open. His face twitched, watching the man walk out after throwing a verbal

paused in his tracks

asked.

glaring at him. He didn't answer but quietly

his mouth curled up. Oh, how Atlas loved poking people where

Minutes later...

Atlas remarked coldly as he sat behind the wheel. "And I'm not dropping you off at your

the front passenger seat, looking at him in dismay. "Atlas, when you were born, was your mother stressed out? Because clearly, something is very wrong with

look. "I'm the first child. By the time she gave birth to Slater and Penny, she was

you sound

mother was going to die during childbirth since she didn't have the best

his nose, staring at Atlas's side profile. "Atlas, if your mother wasn't in good health, how come she had three

kill her

was even more speechless.

knew Atlas had said those words with

certain Atlas was conceived out of heartache. Perhaps, he might've been an

about my parents

after a

I might start

when I

answers-just to

feelings."

by that. "Who

Corporation, and William Pierson likes to run

hear the

hands tightened into

He knew it. It was that damned uncle of his who would openly talk about Dean's parents and family because William knew

to give him a heart attack

trying to give him a heart attack," Dean corrected. "I'm trying