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.

slit your throat from behind," she whispered, but loud enough to reach his ear. "Being here, and you in there... gives

face twisted, and he glanced at her through the rearview mirror.

back of his seat. Taking advantage of his surprise, she shoved

Screeech!

kicked in, forcing him to steer the 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

wasn't done. She kept pulling the belt with her feet on the back of the seat. Her head

it, you said," she taunted. "How do you

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

he realized it was futile, he stopped and used his other hand to

highway, and stopping abruptly wasn't an option-unless

said, stop—!" he gasped,

in mock surrender, straightening her back. "Just showing you not to dare me. I can

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

But, realizing they were still on the road, he quickly refocused on the road. "I'm going to kill

what I did? What makes you think I won't kill you first before you

the

was the better

Penny reassured him. "I was just a little pissed off that you said my

pissed?

suddenly jumping near the driver's seat again. Her arms rested on the backrest of both the front seats, and her brows rose as she snapped her gaze

he shot her another

she said. "I haven't thought that

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