PAMPERED BY MY THREE BROTHERS: THE RETURN OF THE NEGLECTED HEIRESS

Chapter 1690: You’re younger

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

Yet, he continued looking at the pictures just to kill time until...

"By the way..." Dean broke the building silence between them, lifting his eyes to where Atlas was. "Who are you sending this critical information to? To my uncle?"

"He’s one of the recipients," Atlas answered without bothering to glance at him. "He’ll make use of all of this better than you and I."

Dean shrugged and snapped his eyes back to his phone. "By the way, I just want to clarify something. Tell my uncle that the pills I analyzed in that short period of time looked like copies of the lethal drug Penny’s been working on not long ago."

"But aside from not having the same secret ingredient that answered all our theories in making the antidote, I found something odd in it," he added, watching Atlas, who wasn’t paying attention to him. "That pill might not have the same threat as the lethal drug that kills silently, but its properties, when put together, can have side effects."

This time, Atlas paused and looked up at the man. "Like?"

"So, you’re listening, huh?" Dean pointed out and then shrugged. "Like confusion, nausea, and the like. I’m still not sure about any other side effects, but the bottom line here is: it can mess with a person’s head when taken for a long period of time."

He then leaned back comfortably in the chair. "This is all in theory, though. It still needs proper and thorough analysis to back it up and gather more information about it. But it’s worth giving that piece of information on top of all the things we gathered."

"..." Atlas remained quiet. "Do you remember all the ingredients in it?"

"Did you ever beat me in the Star Section?" Dean returned sarcastically. "Of course I do — though not accurately, since I could be wrong. It’s not that simple."

"List them all for me." Atlas didn’t ride along with his dry sarcasm as he resumed his activity. "I’ll ask your auntie for another quick analysis."

Yep, Atlas didn’t ride along — but hitchhiked for a second before getting off. Classic Atlas.