Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1022

Chapter 1022: I’m going to make it hell for him.

Patricia stomped her feet out of the bar, disappointed by the bartender’s remarks. As soon as she stepped outside, she scoffed and gazed up at the bar signage.

"Why would they open a bar with the same name in the area?" she snorted. "Surely, not everyone uses their head."

Shaking her head, she stormed her way back to her car. On the way, she slowed down and rummaged through her purse. This district wasn’t desolate, and with bars and other establishments around, it was quite busy. Although it wasn’t as crowded as the main street, Patricia felt safe enough not to think she was being followed.

Once she retrieved her keys and reached her car, she got in without a problem. But just as Patricia settled into the driver’s seat, the doors of the front passenger seat and the back seat opened as well. Before she knew it, three unknown men had occupied the seats.

"What?" she panicked immediately, gazing at the person beside her and then at the back seat. "What are you—"

Patricia’s initial reaction was to reach for her door and jump out. But before she could do that, she heard the sound of a gun cocking, and she froze in place. The man seated in the front passenger seat pressed a pistol to the back of her head.

"Huh?" Patricia’s entire body stopped moving, but it started shaking uncontrollably. She could feel the cold metal pressing against the back of her head, hearing her own gulp. Her eyes shook as she lifted them toward the window on her side, her lips quivering as her breath held in her throat.

"Get out of here, you’re dead. Scream, and you’re dead," said the man holding her at gunpoint. "If I were you, I’d shut my mouth and drive."

"Please..." she mumbled, almost biting her tongue as she teetered on the edge of panic. "... please don’t kill me. If you need money, tell me how much. I can give you money — please don’t hurt me."

The man in the front passenger seat smirked. "Drive."

"Please don’t hurt me," she mumbled as if she hadn’t heard him. "Please don’t kill me. I’ll give you whatever you want, just don’t — mh!"

Patricia shut her eyes as she pressed her lips together because the man lightly tapped the muzzle against the back of her head while yelling, "DRIVE!"

"Ye — yes! I will — I will drive!" Her mind went blank, but her body obeyed the man’s command. Her trembling hand reached for the start button, but in her nervousness, she couldn’t seem to find it.

"I’ll drive, I’ll drive, I’ll drive!" she repeated under her breath like a mantra, but the more time she took to start the car, the more nervous she became. How could she function properly, let alone drive away, when her entire body was shaking frantically?

When the engine finally started, Patricia felt a slight sense of relief for a moment. However, it was short-lived because these three unknown men were still with her. Patricia froze in place, her brain resetting over and over as if it couldn’t process the situation she found herself in.

Patricia only snapped back to reality when the cold metal pressed against her temple. Her breath caught in her throat, and her neck tensed as she began sweating profusely. Her mouth quivered open and closed as she gripped the steering wheel tightly, her feet instinctively reaching for the pedals.

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