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."

exhaled and gave

Now," Shawn repeated, his

silence followed, making his chest swell with

"Now!" he shouted.

Penny didn’t flinch. She just stared back at him. After a beat, she finally

she said. "But Shawn... after working for

pull the trigger? That’s the wrong thing to

relaxed her posture

make me hate you for this betrayal...

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

wasn’t perfect. And she might not be

this betrayal," she

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

want you to hate me,’ his heart

mouth wouldn’t

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

innocent—but some had simply made a terrible,

man with the

He was pleading.

Save me.

Help me.

Please...

what his

could

then finally,

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

of it. His hands shot up on

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

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

don’t...

dropped to his knees.

"Please."

her eyes on him,

he repeated, voice softer.

Silence.

her gaze briefly swept

the device?" she asked, eyes

time, Shawn said nothing. Head down.