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

code. Now," Shawn

silence followed, making his chest swell

"Now!" he shouted.

just stared back at him.

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

you pull the trigger? That’s

her posture

don’t make me hate you for

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

might not be

this betrayal," she

corners of his eyes reddened, his already broken

to

his mouth

was because she’d spent so much time around inmates in her past life—she knew how to read what the heart said,

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

the gun... wasn’t

He was pleading.

Save me.

Help me.

Please...

what his

could she

and then finally,

him. Snatching the gun in the blink of an eye, the muzzle

snapped him out of it. His hands

enough to know—don’t give me a

cautious step back, eyes fixed on her, then on the gun. He gulped.

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

knees. Hands

"Please."

eyes on him,

softer. "Don’t give me the

Silence.

as her gaze briefly

did you plant the device?" she asked, eyes flicking back

said nothing. Head down. Hands