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

Chapter 1822: Infiltrating the Mansion

"Mark! Angel!"

Mark and Angel, still busy trying to survive, saw Penny jogging in their direction. Their faces twisted in dismay. Couldn’t she see they were on a battlefield?

Yet, there she was, skipping through the middle of the war zone.

If not for Shawn, who was expertly covering her with the truck and his precise alertness, she would’ve been dead. But Penny didn’t care about that.

"Damn—!" Angel hissed, quickly backing away, rifles firing as he moved toward Penny. Mark did the same, shifting his focus to any threat to Penny, while Shawn concentrated on the threat to their lives.

Once they reached her, they ran to the truck and pressed their backs against the side of the vehicle. Keeping Penny between them, Angel’s shouts made her jolt.

"Penny, are you out of your mind!?" Angel scolded, glaring at her. "And are you drunk!?"

"Nope!" Penny’s denial was quicker than a blink. "Shawn knocked me out."

’And you sobered up,’ was what Shawn wanted to tell her, but he didn’t have time. At this point, he just accepted this was his punishment and he had no right to complain, no matter how tempted he was by Penny’s unserious behavior.

Mark’s sharp eyes quickly shot to Shawn, but he didn’t let that personal dissatisfaction affect him now. He looked around and pulled the trigger, helping their comrades before turning to Penny.

"Miss Penny, are you alright?" he asked, glancing at her before shifting his focus.

"Are you blind?" Angel snapped, his side pressing against Penny’s as he covered her. Even if her recklessness angered him, it didn’t mean he’d let her die.

Penny signed his paycheck—well, technically Zoren, but it was the same thing.

As for Mark, he was just glad Penny reached them in time. "Miss Penny, the master is inside with Nathalie Zorken. And just now, we heard multiple shots fired."

"..." Penny slowly turned to Mark, staring blankly at his side. After a second, she lifted her eyes and gazed at the mansion in the distance.

"Renren," she whispered, and for some reason, she even forgot why she’d approached them.

of the truck to get not just Shawn’s attention,

seat door. "Renren is there, and you two—forget

for Shawn, he crawled back to the passenger row. Once Penny was behind the wheel, Angel and Mark intuitively climbed onto the

Mark shouted at Angel. "I’ll cover for

and nodded, letting his rifle dangle from its strap. Holding onto the rim of the truck

engaged in the fight. His hand held onto the truck,

CLANG!

then, a bullet struck the truck’s body inches from Mark. He flinched at the spark, quickly searching for where the shot came from. There

CLANG!

only this

now in the back of the truck, shouted.

searching for any

truck where Angel was, and just as Angel trusted him, he let go of his rifle. The weapon dangled on his

time, the truck

her broken side mirror, catching Mark mid-climb. But then, she saw something glint, and she unhesitatingly steered

caused Mark to fall

tightly, his feet on the side of the truck’s body. The sudden drift of the vehicle made it harder for him to climb, but at the same time, it saved him from

teeth, Mark fought the force and pulled himself up. When his arm reached over the truck’s body, he pushed himself forcibly until he fell in. Both he and Angel rolled on the truck’s floor,

and then bounced back to

Angel and Mark grunted, feeling their sides ache

hands on

Angel groaned, sitting up, his back against the metal wall.

also considering the same thing. After a breath, he turned

"You alright?"

Mark nodded. "Thankfully."

they might survive a crossfire, but with Penny? She would kill them for sure. However, she was right and had just arrived on time. After all, these

the side of the truck,