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."

and gave the smallest

Shawn repeated,

followed, making his

"Now!" he shouted.

She just stared back at him. After a beat,

code," she said. "But Shawn... after working for me, you should know

not to make you pull the trigger? That’s the wrong

relaxed her posture

be: don’t make me hate you

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

knew she wasn’t perfect. And she might not be able to forgive

this betrayal,"

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

want you to hate me,’

his mouth

time around inmates in her past life—she knew how to read what

hellhole wanted to be there. She wasn’t saying they were innocent—but some had

with the gun... wasn’t pointing

He was pleading.

Save me.

Help me.

Please...

what his

how could

exhaled deeply and then finally,

him. Snatching the gun in the blink of an

of it. His hands shot

for me long enough to know—don’t give me a chance. I’ll take it. No matter

then on the gun. He gulped. But oddly, even now, with the gun aimed at him... he

eyes again. "If you don’t... one

to his knees. Hands

"Please."

kept her eyes on him,

voice softer. "Don’t

Silence.

as her

device?" she asked, eyes

Shawn said nothing. Head down.