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.

ask you what it feels like to have my sister as your new

twitched, watching the man walk out after throwing a verbal

in his tracks

asked. "Coming

He

Atlas a step ahead, the corners of his mouth curled up. Oh, how Atlas loved poking people

Minutes later...

he sat behind the wheel. "And I'm not dropping you off at your home. So, I hope you know how to get from

him in dismay. "Atlas, when you were born,

him a look. "I'm the first child. By the

sound proud

to die during childbirth since she didn't

"Atlas, if your mother wasn't in

was probably trying to kill her because divorce

answer, Dean was

kidding," he remarked, but he knew Atlas had said those words

was certain Atlas was conceived out of heartache. Perhaps, he

asking about

muttered after

might start

when I

answers-just to

feelings."

frowned, not pleased by that.

Pierson Corporation, and William Pierson likes to run

hear the

tightened

damned uncle of his who would openly talk

blame him," Atlas hummed, sensing the growing fire in the front passenger seat. "You try to

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