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.

distraction they had seen on their way,

female staff member leading them stepped aside and lowered

Outside?

Dean discreetly looked at each other. Keeping their silence, they nodded, and Dean reached

thrilled. Swallowing the building tension in his throat, he pushed the door open

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

led them outside the establishment, through a back entrance in a narrow

them. Nor was it dark enough for Atlas to miss the slightly wet concrete floor. The smell wasn't

standing outside, waiting for them, handed Dean a

down at it as he accepted it. Nothing to notice. It was just a

member spoke again, already turning to lead them to their

the latter for no reason, but it still made Atlas frown. With that, they followed the man until he stopped in front of what looked like a bulkhead door for

and right first 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 district was, no one

man faced both Dean and Atlas with a bow. "The exit is already

Dean: "..."

Atlas: "..."

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

front of what looked like a path underground. After a breath, he moved forward, taking the stairs down while Dean studied the staff's demeanor. Without saying a word, he

anything because the only source

CREAK...

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

black, making them wonder if

his pocket to get his phone and use it. He kept his

on the flashlight

and saw the lights attached to either side of the walls. The lights were warm

exchanged a

without a