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

Chapter 1600: Where... did this picture come from?

When Penny arrived at the laboratory, she didn't idle-she got to work immediately.

But alas...

She froze as soon as she reached her spot. Her eyes fell on the countless open books and notes scattered before her, then on the whiteboards covered in scribbles. She didn't need to guess whose handwriting it was, nor who had the habit of leaving such a mess. Well, compared to her, this mess was nothing. She even considered it clean writing.

"I told him not to poke his nose in my business," she grumbled under her breath.

Still, she leaned closer and studied the equations on the whiteboard. For others, these were nothing but random writing, but for her, it was a coherent thought process in writing.

Her jaw tightened like a vise. She didn't like what those equations were telling her. Most of them were theories she had toyed with during late nights but hadn't recorded here. Moving to the open notebooks, she noticed the other theories- Dean's notes.

"When did he do all of this?" she whispered, flipping through the pages.

The more she read, the grimmer her expression became. After several minutes, only one conclusion formed in her mind.

"He's saying... there is no antidote?" she murmured, frowning. "How is that possible?"

Her lips curved downward as she glanced at the books on the counter. Unwilling to accept Dean's theory, she began checking the rest. Yet every solution she considered had already been tested by Dean. Still, she persisted.

It wasn't that she didn't trust Dean-it was just that she couldn't accept anything until she saw it for herself.

With that thought in mind, Penny got to work. She began scribbling a few of her own ideas in a fresh notepad, determined to test them. However, just before she could finish writing, the door suddenly flew open from the outside.

"Wait a second!"

Penny jolted, eyes darting toward the entrance. Dean entered hurriedly, stopping across from her.

his eyes and his pale complexion. "You look like crap! Have you

one of the nearby notebooks.

now? You just concluded

Still, he didn't respond.

until he stopped

quiet.

shouldn't be working on this at all," Dean finally said, lifting his gaze. "Not when it's been

and sat across from her, flipping the note back to

it. "It doesn't share the same properties as the Miracle Drug. We're missing another, almost indistinguishable component. But with this additive-if we combine

voice carried a flicker of

scandal by turning attention to himself and Atlas instead.

as she

to work and see if we're

Dean and Penny worked together on an antidote. They didn't

synchronized-as if nothing else mattered except the

a long-lost time. A quieter past where Penny had been a short, chubby girl, and Dean a tall, sharp-eyed teen. Back O en

was

[BENNET MANSION]

the staircase and spotted Butler Jen and a few helpers packing Slater's belongings. Slater would be moving out over the weekend, and the household staff was already assisting

just pure help, or if this action was out of

Butler Jen asked when he saw Charles

"I'll be back later, just picked up

doubt he would." Butler Jen smiled and dipped his

near him, his eyes on the boxes being carried out. Several had already been stacked by the entrance, ready for the

a disapproving look. "Slater's the one moving-he should be