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

Chapter 1690: You're younger

"We're still in the Red District, but on another street."

Dean looked back at Atlas and continued, "At least we're not in the same row as the nightclub we came in."

"No wonder that guy just disappeared no matter where I looked when I followed him," he hissed, shaking his head as everything he'd been thinking began to unravel. "Clever, and I hate to admit that."

Atlas mostly ignored him as he casually sat on the edge of the bed, not wasting a second in compiling all the photos and evidence he gathered and sending them to the rightful recipients.

"What are you doing?" Dean frowned. "That can wait."

"It can, but I can't."

"Tsk." Dean clicked his tongue once more, shoved his hands into his pockets, and then scanned the room. After a second, he smacked his lips and took a step forward. "Well, now that we're out, I guess this is where we part ways."

"I didn't have fun," he added as he walked past Atlas, waving at the man without looking back. "But surely, it's a night I'll never forget until I get dementia."

But then, just as Dean reached for the door, Atlas's voice stopped him.

"I don't think it's safe to go out for now."

"Huh?" Dean looked back at Atlas, who was still busy with his phone and not looking in his direction. "What do you mean? We're already out, and we're not even on the same street as the club."

"And search protocols also widen their range when they can't find their targets."

crinkled, staring at Atlas in silence. After a beat, Atlas looked up

it means they knew someone had been there," Atlas explained, his voice still

would've inflicted more stabs until he died in there. And that wasn't even the first time his life was

these people, despite knowing that, you'd end up just like Jonathan," Atlas warned, his

and this thrill

saying his piece, Atlas looked down again and continued what he was doing. He acted as

rooted in the same place. His eyes were fixed on Atlas, gulping. As much as he hated how everything was worded

reason to kill him yet, but once

breathed out as he walked back in, dragging a single love chair and sitting on it. He buried his

just going

our safety, then the floor

am I going to sleep

"You're younger."

on it. This concern was nothing but

his

was taking photos of the documents they had taken. He huffed shaking his head as he pulled out his phone as well.O Checking his

Well heel

of them to Atlas since he

Even someone with a high IQ like him would

seemed to be investigating something huge and illegal. And just that alone made him want to stay away from it. Besides, Naylani Pierson was also involved, and

looking at the pictures just to