Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 812

Chapter 812: How could there not be any eye witnesses?

Allen’s explanation for why he was there the night of the incident confirmed Atlas’s theory. Although Allen’s reason caught him off guard, it aligned with what Atlas had guessed about what could’ve happened that night.

"I see." Atlas nodded in understanding, looking at Allen as if he were about to say something insulting.

Seeing the look in Atlas’s eyes, Allen laughed awkwardly. "It was a dumb thing to do, wasn’t it?"

Yes — if Atlas were to be direct, that would be the truth.

"Allen, even if you finish a year’s work in advance, do you think it would make me happy?" Atlas replied, his tone a little dead. "I’d just find some other work for you and me to do. Meaning, more work for the both of us."

"Hah... now that I think about it, that’s true," Allen laughed awkwardly. "I guess I was just too happy and excited about the raise I got and didn’t think about anything else."

"So next time, even if you find yourself in a similar situation, the first thing you should do is run," Atlas suggested firmly. "Playing the hero is beyond your pay grade. Though I appreciate your loyalty, I don’t pay you to do that."

Allen smiled helplessly. "Boss, I did it because that guy has always been a problem for you."

"And let him be a problem. I’d prefer that over having to look for a new assistant." Atlas’s tone and expression remained unchanged. "That’s an entirely different problem, which is also a hassle."

However, Allen’s smile widened, despite Atlas’s unappreciative remarks. His boss might not have said it outright, but Allen understood Atlas’s good intentions.

"Anyway, if this happens again, don’t do anything. Although Sven is in custody now, it’s better to be cautious."

Allen nodded in understanding, though his smile faded. "Boss, can I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"My girlfriend mentioned that Sven tried to finish the job, and if not for you, I would’ve been dead by now," Allen said. "But the more I think about it, the more confused I get."

Atlas tilted his head. "What’s confusing about that?"

"Didn’t the police catch him right away?"

"No. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had the chance." Atlas sighed deeply at the thought. "For some reason, the cameras on the floor where the incident happened weren’t working that night. There were no eyewitnesses to help with the investigation, and the scene was staged, as you already know. Fortunately, we were able to retrieve dashcam footage showing Sven’s car approaching the company building around the same time you returned."

Deep lines appeared on Allen’s forehead. He wasn’t sure if his confusion came from what happened after the incident or if his mind just wasn’t processing everything clearly.

"You seem confused," Atlas noted. "Is there something you want to say?" _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

"No, sir. It’s just... it doesn’t make sense to me."

"What doesn’t make sense to you?"

"I’m not saying he’s innocent, but I don’t think it was Sven who staged the scene," Allen said with certainty. "I was struggling to stay conscious because I was scared that if I passed out, I might not wake up. But after a while, I heard voices around me."

"Do you remember what they were saying?"

Allen shook his head, sighing. "Their voices sounded distant, so I couldn’t make out the words. But I do remember one thing: I remember one of the men laughing."

"They were laughing?"

"Mhm." Allen nodded. "They laughed a little when I opened my eyes. I can’t remember anything else after that because I was knocked unconscious again."

Silence fell in the ward, neither of them speaking. Atlas mulled over the new information, while Allen continued to think it over.

"Knowing Sven, I don’t think he did all of that, sir," Allen spoke again after a long silence, meeting Atlas’s gaze. "I’m sure because he panicked. I don’t think he would’ve come back to stage the scene and make it look like an accident."

No matter how cruel and narcissistic Sven was, he wasn’t that meticulous. If Sven had been that clever, he would’ve stood a chance against Atlas. But everyone knew Sven’s position in the company was only thanks to the chairman.

"So, you’re saying..." Atlas trailed off, a glint flickering in his eyes. "... Sven must have someone helping him?"

"I can’t say for sure, but sir..." Allen paused before asking, "Does your family have any enemies who could be helping Sven clean up his mess?"