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?

smirked, pulling the knife from her side. "I slid it under the table earlier when I kicked the stool," she explained as if he might care to know. "You learn these tricks in prison - or rather, I learned them from

Mark's kick had hurt, and the knife pressed against her side had only

tall and looking down at him. "But I've

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

too," he admitted. "And that's why I

she nodded. "But I

be left with permanent damage. It was the

"Maybe in the future, but tonight,

hoisting herself up to sit on it. She

repeated, nodding at him as

any reason to hurt you or get hurt by you. So, live a good, peaceful life.

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

cleared the shardssonet

escape without injuring herself.

attempt to flee, Mark dove for the pistol on the floor. Sliding across the floor, he grabbed it and aimed just as she jumped through the

BANG!

she had already disappeared. "Shit!" he cursed,

ankle as he rushed outside to

shouted, spotting her running off like

finish, Mark fired again. He missed, and it only made her pick up her speed. Cursing under his breath, he glanced down at his foot, which was slowing him down. With a

her, ignoring the throbbing in his leg. He raised