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 careful!" Patricia called after them,

could-if she ran, she might catch up. But she didn't. She sighed and turned back, deciding to get some real

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

dragged herself back to her

give him a good massage," she giggled, letting go of

was with Penny, the chances of her dying because of her own

Meanwhile...

she jumped into the backseat. "For a second there, I

seat and buckled his seatbelt. "She's a

"A bit?"

bit much. "Never mind her," she waved dismissively, taking off her blazer. "Let's

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Penny arrived

as empty as it had been

Professor Singh's a

the one at the university and only his team had access to¶t. But with the professor focused on another project, most

lab coat, Penny instinctively checked her beard in the mirror before taking

letting her mind settle. She'd been coming here for days. Surely, there

trial," she murmured, clapping her hands and spinning toward

to check the formulas she'd already tested. But the

muttered, flipping to

life. There were

tested were already marked with Xs. On the next page, there

leaned in. These weren't

just like hers, half the new entries were marked as failed, as if someone else

she flipped through

along. They bickered constantly—not in a cute, teasing way, but in a soul-draining, blood-pressure-raising kind of

teen years together, they

This handwriting?

didn't even need

she 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 or I'll just

were more helpful than

night of research, trial and error, for the greater

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the

usually spends

hours in

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if everyone just mentally

time she checks

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