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

Chapter 1763: Asking the wrong requests

BANG!

Brad froze. His face slowly crumpled as he looked down at his chest. Blood quickly soaked his shirt from within, crawling like spider webs across the fabric.

BANG!

The second bullet struck his hand, making him drop his weapon. Slowly, he turned toward the source. Through his blurred vision, he first caught the smoke rising from a handgun’s muzzle.

And then, he saw her. The one holding it was...

Penelope Bennet.

BANG!

The third shot hit him again, and this time, he was not sure where. Brad collapsed backward with a loud thud. His fall felt slower than it should, with pain blooming from his chest and hand, spreading through his entire body.

’Damn you, Shawn...’ he cursed internally, before finally hitting the floor.

THUD.

"Ugh..." he groaned, clutching at his chest—or rather, somewhere near his armpit. But the pain had already spread across his shoulders and down to every inch of him.

Meanwhile, Penny sat up, panting. The gun in her hand trembled. She swallowed hard, then locked eyes with Shawn.

Regret still flickered in his gaze, but despite the sharpness in her own, she gave him a small nod.

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[A short flashback]

"This time... I might kill you right here and now. The code."

A heavy silence settled between them. A gun pressed against her forehead. Shawn was looking down at her sternly. Yet Penny showed no fear.

How could she, when the one holding the gun was trembling—more afraid of pulling the trigger than she was of dying?

"I don’t have it," she said calmly.

"You have it," Shawn muttered, voice low but firm. "I know... because Zoren Pierson handed it to you."

He nodded slightly toward the corner. "I wiretapped this place. Listened to all your conversations."

gave the smallest

Now," Shawn repeated, his hand

silence followed, making his chest swell with

"Now!" he shouted.

She just stared back at him.

Shawn... after working for me, you should know the thing

you pull

relaxed her

hate you for this betrayal...

before. No—she had been betrayed all her life, right from the

wasn’t perfect. And she might

betrayal," she whispered, each word

breath hitched. The gun shook in his hand. The corners of his eyes reddened, his already

want you to hate me,’ his

his mouth wouldn’t

much time around inmates in her past life—she knew how to read what the heart said, not just the words

wanted to be there. She wasn’t saying they were innocent—but some had simply made a terrible,

man with the

He was pleading.

Save me.

Help me.

Please...

what his eyes

how could

then finally,

disarmed him. Snatching the gun in the blink of an eye, the muzzle now pointed at

movement snapped him out of it. His hands

said calmly. "You’ve worked for me long enough to know—don’t give me a chance.

fixed on her, then on the gun. He gulped. But oddly, even now, with

"If you don’t... one of us will die. The

to his knees. Hands raised

"Please."

her eyes

voice softer. "Don’t give me the

Silence.

didn’t move as her gaze briefly swept the

the device?" she asked, eyes flicking back to

time, Shawn said nothing. Head down. Hands