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

Chapter 1681: Underground vault

"So, where are you headed?"

Atlas's question rang softly in Dean's ears as the latter thought about it.

"I don't know," said Dean, catching sight of a staff member just standing outside

the door, where a sign read, [Authorized Personnel Only].

"But she might know," he added, jerking his chin toward the staff member.

Slowly, Atlas moved his eyes to the staff as they approached her.

Stopping in front of her, the staff member looked up at them once and offered them a smile. She then reached for the door, opening it and stepping inside. But instead of continuing, she held the door for both men.

Atlas and Dean glanced at each other. At this point, neither of them knew how to feel. After all, stepping in could lead them to answers or something worse. Even so, nothing was said as they walked in.

Once they were inside, the female staff closed the door behind them.

"This way, please." She motioned ahead with her hand before taking the initiative to walk in front of them.

The space behind the door was quieter, like an office in the club. Glasses lined either side of the wide hallway. On one side, they could see the kitchen cooking orders for the club. On the other side was a private lounge.

Good thing I don't hang out in private lounges, Dean thought as he noticed a group doing more than just drinking. The scene was less than pornographic, but it was surely heading that way.

Atlas, on the other hand, just stared at them coldly before looking away. "Pathetic."

"..." Dean scrunched up his nose and glanced at the man. He chose not to say anything, but still shook his head.

had seen on their way,

leading them stepped aside and lowered her head. "He's

Outside?

other. Keeping their

pulling it open, he couldn't help but feel slightly anxious—or thrilled. Swallowing the building tension in his throat, he pushed the

quickly, making sure he wouldn't step out before any guns

outside the establishment, through a back

the other staff standing outside, waiting for them. Nor was it dark enough for Atlas

staff member standing

it as he accepted it. Nothing

spoke again,

at the latter for no reason, but it still made Atlas frown. With that, they

before reaching for the large loop attached to the strap on the door. He pulled it up, making it creak loudly. But with how busy and loud the street in the red

opened, the man faced both Dean and Atlas with a bow. "The exit is already open,

Dean: "..."

Atlas: "..."

that meant, and they didn't dare ask. They could think about that

underground. After a breath, he moved forward, taking the stairs down while Dean studied the staff's demeanor. Without saying a

them could barely see anything because the only source

CREAK...

as the door behind-or rather, above them-creaked. When they looked up, all they saw was the door closing,

if they even had their eyes

hand into his pocket to get his phone and use

flashlight on his

shut their eyes at the bright assault. Slowly, they opened their eyes and saw the lights attached

two exchanged a

a word, they