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

Chapter 1013

Chapter 1013: I hate you

"I think it's just right here..." Patricia hummed quietly as she bent down,

rummaging through her father's desk. "So many papers..."

Patricia felt easily irritable, finding the papers she needed to see but struggling to

navigate through the unnecessary documents before her.

"What is this?" she mumbled, checking the document that had caught her

attention. "Settlement payment of..."

Her brows rose as she read the amount on the document. "What? They got this much money, but they froze my account?!"

Furious, Patricia moved on to check other documents, which were mostly settlement payments for some of their family's debts. If one were to count them, the total could reach a hundred million!

A hundred million!

If only she knew that their debt was bigger than that.

"These people..." her voice shook with rage, her hands trembling as she saw the staggering figures. "I knew it. They were just doing this to make me feel bad. It must be Brother Theo's idea!"

her lavish lifestyle? It wasn't like she was spending hundreds of millions a day.

more bitter. "Forget it. They better

glared at the documents, tempted to shred them into pieces or burn them. Why would she care about all of this? But then

for a particular document. When she checked all the other drawers, her eyes fell on the last one,

reading a document sternly, which he had placed on that side of the desk. She had asked him out of pure curiosity, and he had answered that

knew that whenever her father said "nothing" in that manner, it meant

other side of the desk. There were

name

sighed, clicking her tongue as she placed all the papers back inside.

upper drawer. This time, she didn't take everything out, just lifted

Group. Her eyes lit up, as that was linked to Penny's name. Her lips curled up slightly as she was about to pull it

"Patricia?"

froze in place, wide-eyed. For a second, her heart pounded out of her chest, and

trailed off as he furrowed his brows. He slowly closed the door and approached the desk where Patricia

At the

are you doing here?" he asked, studying

clicking her tongue. "What do you mean, what am

study room, and you shouldn't

here, and never once did Dad tell me not to. In fact, he loves it when I come in

here, Patricia," he remarked. "You know that he and Mom

and suspicion. 'Why is he looking at me like I'm a criminal?

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