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

Chapter 1296: Get it together, fool.

"Patricia Miller has a good brother. She just doesn't realize it."

Theo's mouth curved downward, the air around him growing tense. "What do you want, Cassandra?"

"What do I want? Haha. I don't know, honestly," she laughed. "I just never thought I'd see that face again... especially after I told you I never wanted to see it again." "You" Theo clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. His eyes glinted as he glared at her. Cassandra tilted her head to the side, watching him.

Standing by his side, Cassandra scanned his face before raising a brow. When their gazes met, the corner of her lips curled up.

"You look... nice," she remarked. "Had I known you'd grow into such a fine young man, I wouldn't have been so cruel to you."

"Haha..." Theo let out a bitter laugh. "Don't tell me you suddenly want to fuck me?"

Patricia, who had been listening, covered her mouth. Her eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. 'Brother Theo, don't tell me you — no!!!'

All her life, Theo had been pure in her eyes—like holy water. She had barely ever heard him curse, and even then, never anything too vulgar. Compared to Angel, who had a habit of swearing, Patricia was convinced her brother was an angel. Angel was the fake one and Mylo — downright diabolical.

"Oh... isn't that cute?" Cassandra chuckled. "Are you interested?"

"You're crazy," Theo shook his head in disbelief. "Cassandra, whatever reason you had for ambushing me here, I don't care. If you think bringing up the past will affect me, it won't. That's all behind me. Your little threats don't work anymore."

"Oh? Because you have the Bennets on your side now?" Cassandra arched her brow, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Theo Miller, screwing with you is easy if I want to. All I need to do is threaten your sister, and you'd come begging on your knees."

Amusement flickered in her eyes as she watched the anger blaze in his. "I still remember how you used to beg me not to drag your sister into everything. I mean... she should be the one begging for forgiveness, considering she's trying to take something that isn't hers."

smirk as she added, "Tell me, does

tighter. He knew Patricia had made "friends" before they left to study abroad. It was the reason she got angry at Theo because she didn't know that those people whom she called friends were just Cassandra's minions. When they returned, Patricia had a

so, what

tell me..." he trailed off

Patricia had made friends, hadn't she? When she came back, who

fought the urge to raise a hand at her. 'Hitting a woman is never okay,' he reminded himself, gritting his

hovered near

my anger. So... stop giving me that look, alright? Nina keeps asking

a step back and studied his reddening face. "May this be the last time we cross paths,

her back on him and walked away. But just before disappearing from sight, she glanced

in place, his

with frustration.

then,

a

she was bold-twisted, even.

beneath that, she was a witch in a

bridge of

amount of deep breathing could quell his rage. But knowing his sister was here, he forced himself to swallow it. Going back to the restroom, he splashed cold

he locked eyes with his reflection. "That

made him wince. Cassandra was untouchable. No

what more could she do to Patricia

together, fool," he muttered, slapping himself lightly. "Get

he dried his face and headed back

a while," he said casually, as