Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 686

Chapter 686: The Bennet’s little thief

"Sir Sven is here. He said he’s going to get his stuff. Poor guy."

Allen couldn’t help but tilt his head from one side to the other, recalling the security guard’s remarks just now. He didn’t want to dwell on it, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was no wonder he felt a little bothered about leaving his briefcase behind.

Not that there was anything Sven could do with it, but he wanted to believe that Sven should have learned his lesson. After stealing a document from Atlas and using it to compete with him—only to end up humiliated in front of a huge crowd—anyone would have learned their lesson. Not to mention that, because of Sven’s foolishness, he had been kicked out of his office.

"Maybe the big boss just didn’t tell me because it’s not a big deal anymore," he told himself, whistling as he stepped out of the elevator. "That’s probably it."

After all, no matter how good Atlas’s mood was, he wouldn’t forget something important. Hence, Allen deemed this something he shouldn’t dwell on. However, just when he was several steps from his office, he noticed Atlas’s office door opening from the inside.

"Huh?" Allen slowed down, lines deepening between his brows. "Who...?"

He couldn’t even finish his sentence when he saw someone step out of his boss’s office.

"Sir... Sven?" Allen blurted out, causing Sven to flinch in surprise.

Slowly, Sven turned his head in Allen’s direction. His complexion was a little ashen, forcing a smile that failed miserably.

"Allen!" Sven called, his tone nervous and suspicious. "What are you doing here?" _{freewёbnoνel.com}

"I should be the one asking, sir. What were you doing in Sir Atlas’s office... at this hour?"

Sven felt a lump in his throat and had to clear it as he breathed out. "Just to get some of my stuff."

"Your stuff?"

"Yes." Sven grinned, pulling a small pen from his pocket. "This one."

Allen squinted, gazing at the pen. "You went to Sir Atlas’s office for a pen?"

"Ye—yes! Ha ha! It’s not just a pen, though. It’s a special pen for me. Atlas borrowed it many weeks ago, but he never returned it. I guess he keeps forgetting!" Sven laughed even more. "Anyway, since I got it, I’m on my way."

"Uh..."

Without waiting for Allen to respond, Sven hastily turned around and walked away. Meanwhile, Allen furrowed his brows and kept his gaze on Sven’s back.

Allen glanced at the office door, murmuring, "He borrowed a pen? Since when did he go without a pen?" Again, he shifted his eyes to where Sven was headed, about to let it go when he spotted a piece of paper on the floor.

"What’s this?" He picked it up, only to see a combination of numbers written on it. "This is..."

Atlas’s account password.

Slowly, Allen held his breath, and without wasting a second, he dashed into Atlas’s office. As soon as he saw the light on the PC blinking beneath the little gap of Atlas’s desk, Allen knew in his heart that he had to stop Sven.

Whatever Sven did in this office, he sensed it wasn’t good.

’If he catches me... no, even if he doesn’t catch me... he’ll keep talking,’ Sven’s breath hitched at the thought. ’They told me not to get caught or I’d be dead.’