Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 402: Sold informations

The short, bald man led Penny to a small private room where she sat alone. The room was small, with a wide table and long, curved seats, separated by partitions. Penny glanced at the door, wondering if someone would come in. However, she soon realized that wasn't how this place operated.

"Quite bold for a woman to come here alone," a voice spoke from behind her, resonating in the small room.

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw why the seats had partitions and why the space was so confined. She didn't dwell on it and turned her attention forward. "I want to know about Patricia Miller," she said directly. "Can you do that?" "You want to know her affiliation with the Pierson family?"

Penny raised a brow, the corner of her mouth lifting slightly. "You do know a lot."

"It's our business, Miss Penelope," the man replied. "Information is our business. Isn't that why you're here? Or rather, we had to make sure we impress you so you do not fight us in this market as well."

Penny smirked in amusement. "I have no plans to enter your market, rest assured."

"Very well. That put our hearts at a lot of ease," said the person in the other private room right next to hers. "So? Is that your only request?"

"One hour," she responded, giving him a clear ultimatum. "I want answers in an hour. Otherwise, my offers are off the table."

With that, Penny picked up her purse and stood. She glanced briefly at the partition, unable to make out any details of the person on the other side. Without idling, she stepped out, noticing a few men guarding the private room next to hers.

'Impressive,' she thought as she walked away without looking back.

As soon as Penny got into her car, her phone chimed with a notification. Checking it, her lips curled into a smile.

"They're fast," she whispered, glancing at the establishment she had just left. "I wonder if that person also works in this bar?"

she sped

didn't commit. During her imprisonment, she learned many vicious things, but also gathered fragments of information about her and her family's downfall. However, it wasn't enough to understand the real cause or why the Bennet family was targeted. All she knew was that this information center operated among the upper echelons, selling intel

secure an invitation from the bartender to join their network. His subtle hints the night before - during the bachelor's party - had been her invitation. Therefore, she didn't waste a moment buying

priority order. But for networking purposes, she accepted their offer. The files they sent had arrived just minutes earlier than her own intel. So, that explained how useless their services were for

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at her study table, she scrolled through the email exchanges between Patricia and Jonathan Pierson, all

recording said. "You've done

"Thank you, Mr. Pierson."

exchanges played, with Patricia

me to dinner! What should I do!? Oh, my god!" Excitement laced Patricia's voice, making the man chuckle. "I think he likes

"Really?!"

at your best, Miss Miller. If you want everything, you need to work hard and always be at your best. Zoren Pierson may not be in the best health, but the competition is fierce. Keep

Pierson!

snorted, her stomach twisting in anger as she listened to their conversation. Her

I going to do?" Patricia's voice sounded alarmed at the next call. "I just met

did you say about

was a brief hesitation before Patricia recounted her words. The man remained silent for

anything about it?" he

sure if she heard everything, but... Mr. Pierson, what

"Miss Miller, calm down."

I calm down!?" she yelled nervously. "I'm impersonating her,

I'm doomed!

about Penelope Bennet. Like you said, she doesn't know about Zoren Pierson. Even if they met, she wouldn't suspect that her childhood friend and Zoren Pierson are