Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 687

Chapter 687: Myself

Atlas had heard all sorts of ridiculous things since the start of his tenure—and even before that. But nothing could compare to what he was hearing now.

Standing at the side of the bed, Atlas gazed at Allen, who was lying on the bed, with blank eyes.

"That can’t be right," he whispered, balling his hands into tight fists. "Allen wouldn’t do that."

Hugo, who stood several steps away from his brother and the bed, sighed heavily. He glanced at the man on the bed and then at Atlas’s side profile.

"But that’s the report that came back to us," Hugo replied, his tone grave. "He was stealing from you, Atlas."

Atlas held his breath, turning his head to face his second brother. "He... wouldn’t do that, Hugo. I know him, and he’s not that kind of person."

"Then how would you explain those documents in his car? The flash drive in his pocket containing a copy of your database? And those messages on his phone?" Hugo’s expression was solemn and dark, unfazed by the burning look in Atlas’s eyes. "What about why he was there? What was so important for him to come back to the office in the middle of the night?"

Late last night, Atlas received a call from the hospital regarding an "accident" involving Allen. When he rushed to the hospital, he was informed about what had happened to his assistant.

According to the report, Allen had been found in the emergency exit by a janitor. The janitor quickly called for help, and Allen was rushed to the hospital as soon as possible. Because of the time of the accident and the time he was found, even though Allen didn’t die, he fell into a coma.

With all of this happening, Atlas decided to call Hugo to assist with the investigation. After all, he was not pleased with the police investigation and hoped Hugo’s connections might help. But alas, instead of clarity, Hugo was telling Atlas the same thing the police had told him. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}

"Hugo," Atlas breathed out, taking large steps toward him. Reaching out, he clasped Hugo’s collar tightly. In that moment, their height difference didn’t seem to matter. "Don’t you trust me anymore, Hugo? I said Allen wouldn’t do such a thing!"

"And I also said, can you explain all the evidence we found on him?" Unfazed, Hugo held his brother’s burning gaze before clasping Atlas’s wrist. "First Brother, the evidence is clear as day—"

"I don’t care about the evidence! I don’t believe it, and I don’t have to believe it."

"Then what will you believe?"