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?"

pieces of paper from

Knock...

same noise. But when he extended

inside,

produced a louder noise. On the third knock, Dean was already standing beside him, knocking on the

Knock... knock... BAM!

bam. They turned their heads to the

The door... closed.

eyes shook as he scanned the back of the door, feeling it with

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

he hissed, his grip on his

the vault had closed. He punched it, only for it

glared at

a realization that he forgot to put the chair back when he walked in. He stopped because he glared back at Atlas. "Are you seriously going to blame me

here since the beginning. You're the

never thought you would be this dumb. It must have been because

"You-"

proving why it's your fault," Atlas interjected, peeling his burning eyes off Dean and back onto the tile.

as he rushed back to where Atlas stood. "Shit,"

to push and find a small crack,

something

two of them were

he plan on doing something like this

not budging," Dean exhaled, turning his head to the

despite knowing Dean was

there," Dean remarked as he raised

at him.

hold the stool over his head, Atlas