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

Chapter 1687

Chapter 1687: Dead dead

As quietness deafened both Atlas and Dean, the latter started grumbling again. Dean had checked all corners for a signal. He even crawled and stood on the counter for a higher reach, but to no avail.

In the end, Dean slumped on the floor with a deep sigh.

"We're dead, Atlas," he grumbled. "Like real... dead. Dead dead. Do you hear me?"

Atlas didn't answer.

Dean snapped his eyes at the man, cocking his head to the side. "We're going to die, and you're putting your faith in your sister's mood."

Atlas still ignored him, keeping his eyes ahead, his mind drifting elsewhere. After a second, he finally spoke.

"We are," Atlas muttered. "We're dead."

"..." Dean's face soured as his heart felt utterly bitter. He looked away and hissed, letting out another profanity. "If I end up as a ghost, I'll haunt that Jonathan — no, I'll haunt the ghost of you. I'll follow you in the ghost world, and even once we cross over be it heaven or hell."

"Did you hear me?" he placed a hand on his chest. "I'll haunt you... forever." Even before they die, that did sound haunting.

Atlas remained unfazed, closing his eyes. His back was pressed against the counter, arms resting over his knees, his hand playing with the keycard.

"Tsk!" Dean clicked his tongue irritably, his eyes sharp.

A part of him was already exhausted, pushing him to the brink of giving up. But the other part of him simply didn't want to, and that part was slowly getting filled with rage that he could carry on when he died.

"If you die..." Atlas, after a long time, finally spoke. He slowly opened his eyes, sliding them to where Dean was seated. "...you'll become a vengeful spirit. I don't think you'd be able to cross over like that."

shock, but rather because he couldn't believe even in this situation, Atlas still

asked, his face blank, as if he was on the brink

looked away. 'Then, I

scrunched up

it —!" he stopped when he heard a sharp

and Atlas turned their heads

going on there?" Dean mumbled,

door. The whirring of something

touched the surface of the vault, feeling a vibration as if someone was breaking the door. Whether cutting it open or burning it, he didn't know. But what was certain was

that's Penny?" Dean asked, looking back at Atlas, who

approaching Dean and stopping several steps from the man. He stared at the door, listening

Dean. "If that's Penny, she would've been yelling to let

Clang...

at the door. It wasn't like he didn't know Penny's personality. That

if that

No, actually, to make

even brag about Penny if not for that

participated in with Dean-be it writing his own paper or solving

couldn't

voice remarked, eyes sharp as he glared at the door. "But if it's not her, then remember why

now, the two of them leaned

who stabbed that guy would surely not let us off if

say anything; they just stared at each

checked, even exhausted themselves in breaking this wall. However, they couldn't just stand there and wait for whoever was outside

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