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

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

his face blank, as if he was

him and looked away.

not to answer, scrunched up

—!" he stopped when he heard a sharp yet faint

their heads to the door, furrowing their

Dean mumbled, pushing himself up

of something rang in his

if someone was breaking the door. Whether cutting it open or burning it, he didn't know. But what was certain was that someone outside was trying to open

do you think that's Penny?" Dean asked, looking back at Atlas, who was already standing on

several steps from the man. He stared at

he asked, shifting his eyes back to Dean. "If that's Penny, she would've been yelling to let us know she's here to save

Clang...

gulped and gazed back at the door. It wasn't like he didn't know Penny's personality. That woman liked

if that meant

her. No, actually, to make Dean owe her as

Dean even brag about Penny if not

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

couldn't

then we're saved," Atlas' quiet voice remarked, eyes sharp as he glared at the door. "But if it's not her, then remember why Jonathan is in critical condition after

moment of silence fell on their shoulders because now, the two of them leaned more toward

that guy would surely not let

just stared at each other.

However, they couldn't just stand there