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.

on the second time Dean followed Jonathan, he knew something was up in

this area twice, and each time, the man just disappeared after whispering something to a staff member

had already checked Jonathan's work laptop, his computer, even the man's phone, for anything. But alas, there was nothing. Everything was clean. Besides, Jonathan only

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

the bar counter. As soon

tapping his fingertips on the bar counter. 'That's how

reason, Jonathan only stopped and

sir." The bartender placed a glass in front of

his drink. As he did, his eyes scanned the area with only one thought in mind: find

member walk in

on his stool, eyes on the glass in his

member walked past him, and Dean discreetly followed

counted, remembering this scene when

attention on where the staff member went, he stayed quiet. Moments later, he caught the same staff returning from where he had been. With that, Dean chugged down the entire

he slammed the

he muttered without looking at the staff, who was

loud music and Dean's quiet voice, he

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

do after this. All he knew was that Jonathan would do this, and

He had no

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

"Your drink, sir."

spoke and served him a drink

smiling at him. The bartender then moved on to serve the next

down at the drink, a little

brown tissue underneath the glass.