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

Chapter 1682: Underground vault II

Atlas and Dean stood in the middle of the space near where the table was placed.

"I guess that's the exit." Dean glanced at the other path beyond the space they were standing in. He couldn't see ahead, so he narrowed his eyes, but still saw nothing.

Atlas, on the other hand, stood in front of the vault and studied it. It looked like a locker-but wider. However, it was slim for a vault. Even the small office vaults had more width than this.

"It's a door," he said, making Dean look at him.

"Isn't that obvious?" Dean returned sarcastically. "Only a kid wouldn't know this isn't a door."

Atlas ignored him as he walked closer to the combination lock.

"Three..." he whispered, twisting the lock to the number three, then did the same for the next numbers. "... seven..."

He paused as he moved to the number six. "Six."

For a moment, the two of them just stared at the vault, waiting for something to happen. Slowly, Atlas reached for the lever and pulled it down.

CLICK!

Their breaths hitched for a second, a mix of relief that they managed to open it and a strange feeling about what was waiting for them inside. Even so, Atlas pulled it open.

The vault creaked open, echoing sharply in the silence of the underground space they were in.

they had expected, it was a door. Inside was a space filled with darkness. Even the lights where they were standing

commented, glancing at Atlas as the latter already walked in. He hissed, thinking they got here because of him. Yet, Atlas was acting as if he had every

as he pulled out his phone. But

flashed a glance at the back of the vault, searching for any button or lever to open

walked out

inside, there was no way they could get out. They would both die here, and no one

stay open, even if it closed, he turned. As soon as he did, he caught Atlas already holding his phone with its flashlight on. But that wasn't where Dean focused-he was more interested in the wall that Atlas

the hell is that?" His eyes moved up to where Atlas's flashlight could reach, catching what looked like a

had this feeling that there was more to

his flashlight around, catching a long counter not far from

followed the light, narrowing his eyes at what looked like cylinders and test tubes-like those

doing here?" he wondered to himself before moving his light around. He moved closer to the entrance, searching for

no switch, but

it momentarily before reaching out and

coming from the door, the two of them squinted their eyes. Unlike the warm orange

eyes carefully. "What the hell is that

he turned, finally getting a glimpse of

of white, with one side where Atlas

of using a real board,

were

other women,

a few elderly people. There were also familiar faces on that

there, along Zoren, William, Old Mrs. Pierson, and