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

Chapter 1517: Right before I died

"You got a fast car... maybe we make a deal?" Penny hummed and sang, her voice off-key, as though she were simply reading a poem and trying to turn it into a song. "...you got a fast car, I got a plan to get us out of here."

Jonathan's face twitched as Penny continued singing right in his ear. She was leaning between the driver and front passenger seat, her eyes focused on him.

"What in the world are you doing now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Singing," she replied. "I'm giving us a good background song."

"For God's sake, shut up."

"But I'm being considerate," she protested.

"Being considerate is shutting up. You can't even sing well," he added, shooting

her a cold side-eye. "You're the worst singer I've ever met."

Penny frowned and clicked her tongue, leaning back a little in her seat.

"Fine! I'll stop since you don't appreciate my singing voice." With that, she threw herself back in the seat, snapping her gaze at the window on her side.

For the next few minutes, silence reigned in the car. However, Jonathan didn't dare to relax; he knew Penny would come back stronger.

And, of course, she did.

"You know..." she trailed off, almost humming. "I'm actually very surprised that you'd agree to drive me home. It's not like you don't know I have my own car ready. Otherwise, how else would I be in Pierson Corporation?"

Jonathan didn't answer, keeping his focus on the road.

she whispered, but loud enough to reach his ear. "Being here, and you in there... gives you plenty

he glanced at her

back of his seat. Taking advantage of his surprise, she shoved his seatbelt down and pulled it across

Screeech!

car back into the correct lane. They briefly swerved into another lane before returning to their original path, and his hand shot up to pull the strap away from

the belt with her feet on the back of the seat. Her head and body were

you said," she taunted. "How

"Sss..." he hissed. "...stop!"

futile, he stopped and used his other hand to grab her foot.

abruptly wasn't an option-unless he

stop—!" he gasped, finally feeling

"Just showing you not to dare me. I can get a little competitive,

fingers still feeling the pressure from the seatbelt. He kept his eyes

still on the road, he quickly

What makes you think I won't kill you first before you can

gripping the steering

was the better

was just a little pissed off

pissed? You're

why that was!" Penny intoned, suddenly jumping near the driver's seat again. Her arms rested on the backrest of both the front seats, and her brows rose

face twisted as he shot her another quick side-eye. "What the hell do

think," she said. "I haven't thought that far when

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