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."

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

what you've been thinking while you were quiet here?" he asked, his face blank, as if he was on the brink of snapping. "Say another word and I'll kill you right here and now. We're dying

just stared at him and looked away. 'Then, I

to answer, scrunched up his

he stopped when he heard a sharp yet faint noise.

turned their heads to the door, furrowing

Dean

of something rang in his

it open or burning it, he didn't know. But what was certain was that someone outside was

back at Atlas,

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

his eyes back to Dean. "If that's Penny,

Clang...

wasn't like he didn't know Penny's personality. That woman liked to brag

if that meant

actually, to make Dean owe her as

even brag about Penny if

contributions to everything she participated in with Dean-be it

couldn't hear

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

because now, the two of

screwed," Dean muttered. "Someone who stabbed that guy would surely not let us off if they

they just stared at each other. After a beat, the two of them walked away from the door and intuitively searched for another

just stand there and wait

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