Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1679

Chapter 1679: For what its worth

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Atlas stared at Dean, thinking about the number combination and the word that didn’t seem to have any connection. After a moment, he nodded.

"The letters of a keypad," he muttered, watching Dean shrug.

"Heard him say that to the support team during his training in my department when they came to check his PC," Dean remained indifferent. "The guy always unplugs his mouse or keyboard and then reports that something’s wrong with his computer to avoid more work."

Atlas didn’t care about that detail—he only needed a lead.

This may or may not be a useful lead, but it was worth considering.

"I see." Atlas nodded and turned to leave.

At the same time, Dean jumped from his spot and rushed to him. In just a few seconds, he was already standing beside Atlas by the door.

Atlas paused, hand on the door handle, his eyes slowly meeting Dean’s. "What?"

"Hehe." Dean smiled from ear to ear, his eyes squinting. "I don’t like that ’I see’ look on your face. I’m tagging along."

Atlas deadpanned, but that wasn’t enough to stop Dean from adding,

"I feel like something interesting is going to unfold," Dean remarked. "And I think the answer I just gave you earned me a front-row seat."

"I’m going home."

"No, you’re not." Dean shook his head, pointing at Atlas. "I have more information because you don’t even know where that passcode is used."

"Tell me where—"

"Nope." Dean shook his head. "I’ll tell you when you let me tag along."

Atlas opened his mouth, then closed it again. He stared at Dean with a flat expression, while the latter kept smiling. It was true that Atlas had been planning to go home after making a quick phone call to Zoren. However, it wouldn’t hurt to know what else Dean knew.

"Fine," he conceded after a moment of contemplation. "Just don’t cry when I ask you what it feels like to have my sister as your new auntie."

Dean’s smile froze while Atlas slid the door open. His face twitched, watching the man walk out after throwing a verbal jab at him.

After a moment, Atlas paused in his tracks and looked back at him.

"What?" he asked. "Coming or not?"

Dean hissed, glaring at him. He didn’t answer but quietly followed.

As they walked out with Atlas a step ahead, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Oh, how Atlas loved poking people where it hurt.

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Minutes later...

"Start talking now," Atlas remarked coldly as he sat behind the wheel. "And I’m not dropping you off at your home. So, I hope you know how to get from our house to yours."

Dean leaned back in the front passenger seat, looking at him in dismay. "Atlas, when you were born, was your mother stressed out? Because clearly, something is very wrong with you."

Hearing that answer, Dean was even more speechless. _{freēwebnovel.com}

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