Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1212

Chapter 1212: Called wolf today

Hugo’s reaction to all of this was still unknown. However, they had seen Slater’s reaction and confession—he bawled his eyes out until they were puffy. Even now, Slater’s eyes were still slightly squinted.

But Atlas?

He wouldn’t grovel at her feet or cry his eyes out. He might apologize, but at this point, it was long overdue. It wasn’t enough to quell her anger and pain. Moreover, if what she said was true, then if she didn’t get her revenge, he would. Even if he had to spend the rest of his life trying to find a way to go back in time just to punch himself, he would.

"I’ll help you plan my murder."

Penny’s mouth fell open, her eyes widening. Her mind blanked momentarily as she processed the words he had just spoken.

"Wait, what?" she gasped when she recovered. "You want to plan your own murder?"

"I said I’d assist. So you can call me an accomplice to this crime we’re about to commit."

"Uh." She blinked. Then blinked again, her mind failing to compute. She thought she was smart, but right now, it felt like her brain wasn’t working properly. "So, the deal is... we plan your murder, but I’m the mastermind, and you’re just an accomplice?"

Atlas nodded. "That’s right."

"But you’re the one who proposed it!" she barked. "Doesn’t that make you the mastermind?"

"Do you want to redo it and propose it instead?"

"Are you insane?" she gasped. "You’re saying all of this just to save everyone? Do you think you’re a hero?"

"No. Kill them for all I care." He shrugged. "All I’m saying is if you crash this plane, chances are you’ll die too. Just because you want me dead. I don’t want to kill you a second time. I’m not taking you with me. Over my dead body."

"Wow..." she blurted out in awe, her eyes widening slightly.

She had told him he better have something brilliant if he wanted to change her mind because she didn’t think he could. But Atlas had just proven why Atlas Bennet was Atlas Bennet. He always proved he had a brain.

"Amazing." Penny clapped, a shallow smile on her face. "Great job."

"Is that a yes?" he asked, tilting his head. "Are we having this deal or not?"

"Hmm..." she hummed a long note. "Let me think."

"Stop stalling."

The corner of her mouth stretched into a grin as she turned back to him. "Sure. I think planning your murder sounds fun, and getting away with it is... let’s just say, not a bad idea! I get to live without you breathing the same air as I do, and I can mock you on your grave. Maybe drink a few beers while camping there, have my own little pool party, and just show you how unremorseful I am. Exciting!"

"Then, I’ll wake them up," he said, standing from his seat—only to stop when Penny spoke again.