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.

a moment of contemplation. "Just don't cry when I ask you what it feels like

froze while Atlas slid the door open. His face twitched, watching the

Atlas paused in his tracks and looked back

asked. "Coming or

He didn't answer

ahead, the corners of his mouth curled up. Oh, how

Minutes later...

dropping you off at your home. So, I hope you know how to get

back in the front passenger seat, looking at him in dismay. "Atlas, when you were born, was your mother stressed out? Because

answered without sparing him a look. "I'm the first child.

sound

die during childbirth

his nose, staring at Atlas's side profile. "Atlas, if your mother wasn't

her because divorce wasn't well-received during that

was even more speechless.

remarked, but he knew Atlas had said those

Atlas was conceived out of heartache.

about my

muttered after a

might start

yours-even when I

answers-just to

feelings."

not pleased by

work at Pierson Corporation, and William Pierson likes to run his

I don't want to hear the information, I'm

hands tightened

his heart. He knew it. It was that damned uncle of his who would openly talk about Dean's parents and family because William knew it would hurt him. If not hurt,

Atlas hummed, sensing the growing fire in the front passenger seat. "You try to give him a heart attack at every

give him a heart attack," Dean corrected.