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

Chapter 1771: People’s hearts change

Meanwhile...

"Can’t contact them." Penny’s face soured as she held Brad’s phone, trying to reach her husband’s number, but it was unavailable. "Did he turn off his phone?"

Her frown deepened as she dialed Atlas’s number. Penny pressed the phone to her ear, perking up as it rang.

"It’s ringing!" she mused, listening to the ringing, waiting for it to be answered. But then, the operator’s voice was heard.

Slowly, she pulled her phone away and gazed at it bitterly.

"Atlas, do you know you’re disappointing me right now?" She looked at her phone, speaking to it as though it were her brother. "How can you put your phone on silent when your sister is in danger?"

Penny deadpanned, frowning deeply as if Atlas was the only one she tried to reach. Zoren’s phone seemed to be off, but she quickly assumed it wasn’t her husband’s fault. It was probably just a signal issue. However, her brain had no space for an excuse for her brother, Atlas.

Penny only memorized three numbers: Zoren, Atlas, and Yugi.

Of course, she tried calling her husband first because, obviously, he had the highest chance of having a heart attack in this situation.

"My poor baby’s heart is too fragile," she sighed, snapping her attention back to their hostages.

Brad and the other pilot were still conscious, though they were tied—cuffed to keep them from doing anything suspicious. The third man, however, was still unconscious. The moment Penny’s eyes landed on them, Brad and the pilot stiffened, holding their breaths.

nothing

and shook her head. "Should I call Yugi instead?" she hummed before nodding to herself, then dialed his

palm. "What’s going on? Why did the screen

few more times and pressed some buttons until it showed the drained battery icon. Her face twisted in dismay

you," she mumbled, clicking her tongue in frustration. "I

her way to the cockpit. Shawn was already maneuvering

she said, holding the phone between her thumb

took the phone.

failed," she sighed, moving to the other seat and starting to look for a charging port. "The phone’s dead before anyone could pick

intuitively placing the dead phone on his

looking for

as he charged the phone, making her look back at him. "Phones can be tracked easily. So, they’d only carry one when needed and dispose

an O-shape.

phones with barely enough battery to give reports. I haven’t been with them in the past ten years, but that’s how it was before," he explained.

happens if there’s an emergency like this? I mean, wouldn’t it be nice to reach someone

automatically considered a failed mission," he answered without hesitation. "These guys were already given orders, and they knew where they

he continued. "Dead men tell no tales. Besides,

guys talked—no, they even had a concert when I questioned

"In the past, when I was still there, no one would talk. But it

profile. She had already questioned both Brad