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

Chapter 1552: This handwriting?

The day went by as usual, and like the past few days, Penny was already leaving hours before her usual time to go home.

As soon as she walked out of her office, Patricia jumped from her seat.

"Penny, are you leaving again?" Patricia asked, stepping in front of her.

Penny arched a brow, studying her. "What if I am?"

"Where are you even going?" Patricia demanded. "You've been leaving early these days. And you're even leaving me!"

Penny blinked, tilting her head slightly. "Patricia, even if I'm not here, the company isn't going to fall apart. So whatever it is that's worrying you, stop worrying."

She then planned to walk past her, but Patricia stepped in front of her again. "I'm not worried about the company. That's not going to happen."

"Oh?"

"You're Penny!" Patricia declared, clearly not in her right mind. "What I'm worried about is you."

She pointed at her dramatically. "Penny, I've known you long enough to know when you're being suspicious. Especially when you won't take me or Teddy with you."

"Mark's with me."

"But he doesn't care about you."

Mark, standing behind Penny, frowned.

"As long as you're alive, he's fine," Patricia added in a knowing tone.

Penny and Mark both opened their mouths, but no words came out. Patricia had a point, and Mark couldn't really deny it. He'd been Penny's bodyguard since his last real mission under Zoren, and had gotten used to this arrangement with her.

"And when you won't let anyone else in on your little secret, it's definitely suspicious." She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. "Now, where are you going?"

Mark: I thought she hired an assistant, not a mother?

Penny: This feels like Aunt Jessa all over again.

"Uh." Penny blinked, catching something out of the corner of her eye. "Oh?"

She slowly turned her head toward a small designer bag placed on the desk beside the computer. "That's a nice bag."

"Huh?" Patricia turned to where Penny was looking. The moment her eyes landed on it, her face brightened. "My dad just bought me hey!"

But by the time she turned around, Penny and Mark had already slipped past her and were halfway down the hallway.

serious! Whatever this is, be

ran, she might catch up. But she didn't. She sighed and turned

she even doing?" she grumbled. "A part of me

Patricia dragged herself back to her seat and eyed the

will give him a good massage," she giggled,

as Mark was with Penny, the chances

Meanwhile...

she jumped into the backseat. "For a second there, I thought she was going to chase

the driver's seat and buckled his seatbelt.

"A bit?"

spoiling her with food lately, but her energy was a bit much. "Never mind her," she waved dismissively, taking off her blazer. "Let's just go." Mark didn't respond, but he

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Penny arrived

was as empty as it had

Professor Singh's a

only his team had access to¶t. But with the professor focused on another project, most of the team had moved to

checked her beard in the mirror

stool and stretched briefly, letting her mind settle. She'd

murmured, clapping her hands and spinning toward

sat her notebook. She reached for it to check the formulas she'd already tested. But the moment she opened

flipping to the

over from her past life. There were formulas

hadn't even tested were already marked

leaned in. These weren't random scribbles.

new entries were marked as failed, as if someone else had

thinned. Quietly, she flipped through more pages, analyzing

in a cute, teasing way, but in a soul-draining,

most of their teen years together, they knew each other too

This handwriting?

didn't even

whispered, clicking her tongue with a sigh. "As much as I hate it, that jerk is really good at this. He better not rub it on my face

His notes were more helpful than the dozens of books she'd been

research, trial

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to the Prime

usually spends

hours in her spot

—

as if everyone just mentally agreed to

she checks

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