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

Chapter 1680: STAFF ONLY

After listening to Dean's instructions on where they could use this passcode, Jonathan breathed out on his not-so-dying breath. Atlas found himself stopping in the red district of Anteca. The red district of the city was where clubs, bars, and many other establishments operated at night.

That said, including the ones he steered clear of.

"..." Atlas stared at the rainbow lights lighting up the street from all sorts of different establishments.

Women wearing almost nothing stood outside some establishments, calling out to people who were just passing by. There were also drunks who couldn't walk a straight line anymore. Many other sights overwhelmed Atlas.

"This is?" Atlas turned to Dean.

Dean grinned before jumping out of the car. Keeping the door open, he lowered his head and flashed Atlas a smile.

"Thanks for the ride, Atlas!"

SLAM!

Dean slammed the door shut, taking a step back as he waved at Atlas. His smile stretched from ear to ear until his eyes were squinting. After that, he jogged away, knowing Atlas might just decide to run him over if he stayed close.

He wasn't wrong.

Atlas stared at the man jogging away on the pavement. Had Dean stayed for one more second, he would've reversed the vehicle and then moved forward, hitting where Dean was.

"I hate him," Atlas whispered, narrowing his eyes at Dean's retreating figure. "He'll pay for this in the future."

It wasn't like Dean lied to Atlas.

Jonathan had at least visited the red district twice during his entire training under Dean. Initially, he thought it was just one of Jonathan's hobbies-to get lost in the liveliness and obscenity of the red district.

second time Dean followed Jonathan, he knew something

this area twice, and each time, the man just disappeared after whispering something

clean. Besides, Jonathan only came to this place when something huge happened-not necessarily about Jonathan, but

would frequent, the loud music quickly assaulted his ears. People were dancing on the dance floor, others were chatting, while some were

As soon as he sat down, he

his fingertips on the bar counter. 'That's how he does it. One drink, then he'll stop a

reason, Jonathan only stopped and talked

drink, sir." The bartender placed

As he did, his eyes scanned the area with

Dean looked away, observing the staff member walk

his stool, eyes on the

staff member walked past him, and Dean discreetly followed him with his

he counted, remembering this scene when it was

same staff returning from where he had been. With that, Dean chugged

slammed the

the staff, who

Dean's quiet voice, he heard him clearly. However, he didn't say a word

at the staff member. Did he hear me? he wondered, knowing that was how Jonathan

fair, Dean didn't know what to do after this. All he knew was that Jonathan would do

kind? He

putting everything into this because... why not? He didn't know what else to do to distract himself from wallowing in his

"Your drink, sir."

the bartender suddenly spoke and served him a drink he hadn't

The bartender

down at the drink, a little suspicious

brown