Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1024

Chapter 1024: What did she do to deserve this?

[WARNING: This Chapter contains sensitive content. ]

Meanwhile...

"Please don’t kill me, don’t kill me, please..." Patricia muffled her cries as she gripped the steering wheel, their car coming to a halt in a residential area currently under redevelopment. Despite the houses around, they were either abandoned or no one was nearby.

"Please, please..." she begged, tears and snot mixing on her face. "Please, if money is what you want, I can give it to you. Just tell me the amount. My family still has money. Just ask them, and they’ll give you the money. Please don’t hurt me. Please."

The men, however, didn’t care much about her muffled pleading. Instead, they ducked and looked around to check if anyone was nearby. Once they were sure it was safe, the man in the front passenger seat fixed his eyes on Patricia.

"Get out," he ordered, frowning when she continued to beg them without listening. "I said, out, you stupid bitch!"

Patricia whimpered as she jumped, startled, getting hit by the shoulder when the man swung his pistol down toward her side. She raised her trembling hands and turned to look at the man in the front passenger seat.

"Please, don’t kill me..." she muttered helplessly, more terrified because she couldn’t see his face due to the lack of light.

"Get out," he repeated coldly. "Don’t make me repeat myself, Miss. And stop with your whimpering. That’s not going to change anything."

Patricia instinctively pursed her lips, muffling her sobs as she nodded. As instructed, she reached for the door. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. She didn’t know these men, nor did she know what they wanted.

If it wasn’t money, what did they want from her? Her body? Then, what? Patricia carefully glanced at the windshield and saw the empty street. There was only one streetlamp, and even that was flickering. It was a scary place to be with three strangers.

"Hah..." she breathed out, gulping nervously as she slowly gazed down at the door.

"What the fuck is she doing? Get moving, bitch!" the man behind her yelled again, making her flinch once more. "I don’t have all night for this."

Patricia continued to whimper, her hands still shaking as she pulled the door open. As soon as she pushed it and stepped out, Patricia didn’t think twice about running.

’I need to run! Fast! Run! They’re going to kill me! Worse, they’ll... they’ll violate me with their ugly hands and then kill me! Fast! Run!’

"Hey, she’s running away!"

"God damn it!"

Even in these heels, she kept running and repeating to herself, "Help!!!" she screamed, her voice echoing in the silent area. "Help me, please! Someone is trying to kill me! Please!!!"

Patricia screamed so loud — louder than she had ever screamed before. Along with it came tears, helplessness, and a fear she had never felt. She had always said that death itself never scared her... but it did now. Right now, it horrified her more than anything else in the world.

Had she known this would happen, she never would’ve picked up that envelope from her brother’s trash bin.