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.

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

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

there was nothing. Everything was clean. Besides, Jonathan only

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

the bar counter. As soon as he sat down, he

drink,' he told himself, tapping his fingertips on the bar counter. 'That's how

some reason, Jonathan only stopped and talked

The bartender placed

at him, taking sips of his drink. As he did, his eyes scanned the area with only

is!' Dean looked away, observing the staff member walk in his direction out of his

remained seated on his stool, eyes on the glass

walked past him, and Dean discreetly followed him with

remembering this scene when it

his attention on where the staff member went, he stayed quiet. Moments later, he caught the same staff returning from where he had been.

as he slammed the glass down,

without looking at the staff, who was

music and Dean's quiet voice, he heard him

staff member. Did he hear me? he wondered, knowing

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

He had no

into this because... why not? He didn't know

"Your drink, sir."

spoke and served him a drink

smiling at him. The

down at the drink, a little suspicious

he noticed it. The brown tissue underneath the glass.