Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1688

Chapter 1688: The EXIT

Tut... tut...

Deep lines formed between Atlas’ and Dean’s brows. The latter walked closer while Atlas stood frozen.

When Dean stopped, he turned to Atlas. "Tell me I didn’t just imagine that."

"..." Atlas remained quiet, moving the keycard along the tiled wall slightly.

Beep!

Both almost flinched when part of the wall parted like a door. Atlas took a step back, eyeing the slight opening before the two of them looked at each other with wide eyes.

No words were said as Dean watched Atlas pull the door open.

As soon as the door parted to a certain degree, lights from beyond the secret door lit up. It was a hallway, big enough for two people to walk side by side. And from there, there were even more lockers—like those in a safety deposit box.

"What the hell?" Dean muttered, intuitively taking a step to follow Atlas.

Both of them were stunned, already accepting that there was no way out of here. But now, there was a way. If this were the world just testing the two of them, well, they were truly tested tonight.

Atlas didn’t walk inside immediately but rather stopped right by the open door.

Earlier, they broke some tiles by smashing the tools. However, all they saw was cement and no hole they could crawl into. But now that the door had opened and he could examine it, the reason for that was that the door’s surface was also cemented.

"This is the exit," Atlas muttered, studying how the door remained undiscovered. "He doesn’t need to go outside to leave this place. Once he comes in, he’s coming out somewhere else."

Dean rocked his head, almost forgetting the fact that there were people trying to break through the entrance as they spoke.

"No wonder the walls are even tiled like bathrooms. I thought it’s to keep this place more chilly than it already is," he commented in awe. "It’s actually to hide that this door exists. That damn Jonathan... I don’t know if he is dumb or brilliant to a fault."

They didn’t want to admit it, but Jonathan—that man surely was something.

The sound from the entrance rang in their ears again. Both men turned their heads to the door, their calm returning to their tensed muscles.

Now that they had an exit, they weren’t in a hurry.

"Hey," Dean called, eyes on the entrance. "Were all these pieces of information important to you?"

Atlas didn’t answer as he just moved his gaze to Dean.

"If so..." Dean slowly faced Atlas, his eyes sharp. "Does that mean it’s also important to my uncle?"

Atlas gauged Dean’s expression first before he answered. "You can say everything in here carries more importance for him than it does for me. After all, even if I figure out what all these are, I will still eventually go to him."

"Then..." Dean pulled out a lighter from his pocket, showing it to him. He smiled happily, as if he hadn’t lost it just moments ago. "What about burning everything in here? We’ve got photos of everything, even the dirt on the wall."

His smile stretched until his eyes were squinting. "I don’t like my uncle, but I hate it when someone is better than him. No one can be better than him."

"..." Atlas blinked, then his eyes fell on the lighter. "Why do you carry around a lighter? I don’t think you smoke."

"I don’t," Dean smirked. "But word of advice, you should start carrying one around, especially in the office. It’s a great conversation breaker, especially since William Pierson likes to smoke on the rooftop." _{freewёbnoνel.com}

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