Chapter 1370: Poisons just lingering in the Old Madam’s fridge
DING!
Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a hand shot between them, forcing them to open again. Atlas snapped his eyes toward the person on the other side. It was Dean.
Dean offered a brief smile before stepping into the elevator. "I hope you don’t mind me riding with you."
As expected, Atlas didn’t respond. He remained motionless, his gaze fixed forward, while Dean casually glanced at him. Shrugging, Dean didn’t expect much of a response anyway.
"It seems you have plenty of free time nowadays, Director Dean."
Much to Dean’s surprise, Atlas spoke after only a few seconds of silence. That was new.
"I don’t have plenty of free time, Mr. Bennet. I simply know how to do my job efficiently," Dean replied, his tone both knowing and proud. "That way, I always have extra time for important matters."
The corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk. "For instance, whenever I hear that you’re coming down from your office to this floor, I run like my life depends on it. After all, I care deeply about Director William’s health and just want to make sure he’s doing fine."
That explained how Dean had conveniently been outside William’s office earlier.
Atlas cast him a sidelong glance but remained silent. By now, he was accustomed to Dean’s hypocrisy. Not that he disapproved—Dean’s sarcastic remarks and last-minute jabs at William were usually quite effective.