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

Chapter 923: Bring it on

"You know what I find very interesting throughout this reunion? It's your brother's relationship with Zoren Pierson. You should watch your Second Brother, especially. You thought he was dead, but no, he wasn't. Otherwise, Zoren Pierson and Finn Davis wouldn't have a hole in their heads."

The corner of Jonathan's mouth curled into a sinister smirk, his eyes glinting malevolently as they shifted to Penny's side profile. Drawing his head back a little, he casually slipped his hand into his pockets.

"See you around, Penelope," he drawled, gazing down at her before stepping to the side to walk past her.

Meanwhile, Penny cast her eyes to the floor, her brows raising slowly.

The drunken and sober Penny wasn't all that different. They were the same person, living in entirely different lifetimes. Their train of thought was the same, with just a bit more craziness when she was drunk.

"You want to see something more interesting?" she whispered, causing Jonathan to slow his steps. But before he could look, she slid her foot in front of his, kicking it back. When he lost his balance, she grabbed his arm and, in one swift move, carried his weight over her shoulder and slammed him to the floor.

THUD!

Everything happened so fast that before Jonathan realized it, his back had already hit the floor. The sound his body made was loud and painful. However, his shock overtook everything else as he found himself staring at the high ceiling of the gymnasium.

Even the crowd was clueless until they heard the loud thud, as if someone had fallen violently. When they turned and moved aside, what met their eyes was Penny, placing a foot on Jonathan's chest as she slowly squatted down.

"Hey," she called, gazing down at him without blinking. "Surprise?"

Penny was neither better nor worse than the drunken version of her. If anything, she was simply more careful. Having lived, suffered, and died, she approached things with caution, meticulousness, and quiet resolve. She wouldn't let her intrusive thoughts control her. Her tolerance was high, and her patience long, all for the simple reason that she didn't want to go back to

intrusive thoughts take over and acted on them. Not that she wasn't careful, but rather, she wasn't afraid of going back to the place that birthed this version of her. She'd been

the look on his face. "Bring it on, little guy. If you think there's nothing I wouldn't do, you're wrong." She paused, then lowered her head, pressing her foot on his chest. She uttered her next words under her breath,

on him. In that moment, he knew Penny wasn't interested in

why. Those hands of hers were already sullied to begin with. Jonathan might not have known her on a personal level in their previous life, but he had heard many stories about her while she was in prison. Penny was one of the worst inmates-always ending up in solitary confinement-but every time she came back, she was

darting his eyes

ignored Dean, arching an eyebrow at Jonathan. "I hope that gets through your thick head

on her knees and pushed herself up. Her bodysuit bounced up and down

how nice to spit in your face," she casually commented, snapping her eyes to Dean. She raised an eyebrow and tilted her

Jonathan," she said once more before walking

the crowd surrounding them instinctively parted. It had been many years, but everyone knew Penny was not to be messed

tell her?" someone from the crowd murmured, eyes on the

"That escalated quickly."

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as goofy and fun as I remember... and just as fierce. Probably

him," another person shook their head. "What did he

her?"

think he said anything offensive," someone else commented. "He

Besides, he stood up for Nina earlier. How could she act like that? Is