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

Chapter 435: Do you want to die?

The fight between Penny and Mark was intense and deadly. Every blow was meant to hurt and incapacitate, but with each failed attempt, they ended up hurting themselves. After minutes of relentless combat, Penny kicked Mark in the gut, while Mark landed a kick from the side, sending them both flying across the room.

CRASH!

"Ugh!" Mark gritted his teeth, clutching his stomach as he felt his intestines twist from the force of the kick. "Damn..."

That hurt a lot.

His sharp gaze darted across the chaotic kitchen, landing on Penny, who was dragging herself up against the cabinets. She, too, was gritting her teeth, her breathing controlled as she fought through the pain of the kick she'd taken to her side.

"Damn you..." she hissed, admitting to herself that the blow had been painful. But she knew her own attack had hurt him just as much.

Both of them were panting, exhausted, and in pain. They had been fighting nonstop for what felt like an eternity, and this was the first moment they had to catch their breath. Yet, despite the pain radiating through their bodies, the determination in their eyes remained.

"I'm not done with you yet," Mark said, forcing himself to stand. As he planted his foot on the floor, he winced at the ache in his ankle. 'Did I break my foot just from kicking her?'

A deadly glint flickered in his eyes as he wondered if she had some kind of metal bar hidden in her clothes. His gaze met hers, and he saw a mischievous grin curl across her lips.

"Hehe," Penny chuckled, lifting the hem of her shirt to reveal a butcher knife strapped to her side. "I grabbed it when I threw the other knife at you. You didn't see that, did you?"

Mark's expression darkened, caught between being impressed and annoyed. When she had thrown the knife earlier, his eyes had instinctively followed its trajectory. Who would have thought she had taken another?

explained as if he might care to know. "You learn these tricks in prison - or rather, I learned them from my cellmates, who were good at hiding stuff. It's pretty handy in the

as the pain in her side eased. Mark's kick had hurt, and the knife pressed against her side had only added to it. Still, it had saved

she remarked, standing tall and looking down at him. "But I've got to respect that you're

up, enduring the pain in his ankle. Despite his injury, he showed no sign of weakness

strong too," he admitted. "And that's why I can't let you

"I know you won't," she nodded.

she won, she'd be left with permanent damage. It was the

my agenda tonight," she grinned, her eyes glinting. "Maybe in the future, but tonight, I've got my

She clutched the butcher knife firmly in her hand, her

in the future," she repeated, nodding at him

that. But I I don't have any reason to hurt you or get hurt by you. So, live a good, peaceful life. Stay out of

nonsense rambling. But before he could process her words, Penny leaped from the counter and smashed the window with the butcher knife. She quickly the shards so she

cleared the shardssonet

escape without injuring herself.

pistol on the floor. Sliding across the floor, he grabbed it and

BANG!

already disappeared. "Shit!" he cursed,

rushed outside to

her running

missed, and it only made her pick up her speed. Cursing under his breath, he glanced down at his foot, which was slowing him

to jog after her, ignoring the throbbing in his leg. He raised his pistol and fired again to stop