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.

the side of the truck to

opening the driver’s seat door. "Renren is there, and

seat while Angel and Mark covered her. As for Shawn, he crawled back to the passenger row. Once Penny was behind the wheel, Angel and Mark intuitively climbed onto the tire and clung to the truck’s body,

at

nodded, letting his rifle dangle from its strap. Holding onto

over the truck, Mark engaged in the fight. His hand held onto the truck, his other hand

CLANG!

the truck’s body inches from Mark. He flinched at the spark,

CLANG!

this time, hearing gunfire

now in the back of the truck, shouted. "I got

weapon up, searching for any shooters in the upper

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

time, the truck started

Mark mid-climb. But then, she saw something glint, and she unhesitatingly steered and stomped on the gas

Mark to fall off

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 someone trying to shoot him, who was in Angel’s blind

truck’s body, he pushed himself forcibly until he fell in.

sudden turn, and then bounced back to

Angel and Mark grunted, feeling their sides ache in

on the surface, pushing themselves

against the metal wall. "I’m going to file an HR complaint after

After a breath, he turned to

"You alright?"

Mark nodded. "Thankfully."

kill them for sure. However, she was right and had just arrived on time. After all, these men’s

Mark were back on their feet, Mark slapped the side of the truck, and they made their way to the entrance of the vehicle.