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

Chapter 1685: Screwed

"He put a hit on her, huh? Click some more photos for me because we need to get out of here-fast."

Dean was not happy to be ordered around by Atlas, but he did it anyway. While Atlas took pictures of the investigation board, Jonathan focused on the mini laboratory and everything in it.

Click... click...

Their phones flashed one after another, making sure they gathered everything they could. Not that they were in a hurry—at least, they didn't want to be in a hurry.freewebnovel.com

But once they finished and were about to walk out, Dean glanced at the key in Atlas's possession.

"What's that key for, though?" he asked out of pure curiosity.

Atlas's steps slowed as they neared the door, gazing down at his hand. The keycard had been given to them by the bar staff before they were led into the underground.

"Now that you mention it..." he trailed off, wondering where they would use this. It didn't look like there was any other hidden compartment or door inside the vault. "Stay here. I'll go check inside in case I missed something."

Dean's brows rose, staring at Atlas before he shrugged. He stayed by the door, moving the chair away, and then held it open. As he watched Atlas touch the walls or look for anything to use the card for, he blinked lazily.

'If I close this door... he'll be fine, right?' he wondered, a little tempted to leave the man here, even if just for a day.

He could just imagine a day without Atlas Bennet.

What a dream.

But before Dean could even let that intrusive thought win him, he heard a strange knocking noise.

Knock... knock...

"Hmm?" His brows rose, eyeing Atlas, who was knocking on a tile just next to the wall of information. "What's that?"

pulling one of the pieces of paper from it and knocking

Knock...

echo. He moved his knuckles and knocked again, hearing the same noise. But when he extended his arm and knocked farther away, the tile created

asked, stepping inside, curious about what else this place had

which produced a louder noise. On the third knock, Dean was already

Knock... knock... BAM!

the sudden creak and loud bam. They turned their

The door... closed.

vault. His eyes shook as he scanned the back of the door, feeling it with his palms to check for anything-a button, a secret lever-anything!

on the other hand, quickly pulled his phone out to call someone. But as expected, there was no reception

he hissed, his grip

louder now that the vault had closed. He punched it, only for it to ring more sharply, but

glared at Dean. "Didn't you put the

not out of a realization that he forgot to put the chair back when he walked

You're

would be this dumb.

"You-"

no point in proving why it's your fault," Atlas interjected, peeling his burning eyes off Dean and back onto the tile. "Just hope that this leads

stood. "Shit," he breathed out,

and find a small crack, hoping they could find

this led them to something else, they were done

the two of them were

things would turn out like this, nor did he plan on doing something like this tonight. The only thing he did was ask Dean, and

his head to the

despite knowing

out of there," Dean remarked as he raised the

at him.

the stool over