Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1517

Chapter 1517: Right before I died

"You got a fast car... maybe we make a deal?" Penny hummed and sang, her voice off-key, as though she were simply reading a poem and trying to turn it into a song. "...you got a fast car, I got a plan to get us out of here."

Jonathan’s face twitched as Penny continued singing right in his ear. She was leaning between the driver and front passenger seat, her eyes focused on him.

"What in the world are you doing now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Singing," she replied. "I’m giving us a good background song."

"For God’s sake, shut up."

"But I’m being considerate," she protested.

"Being considerate is shutting up. You can’t even sing well," he added, shooting her a cold side-eye. "You’re the worst singer I’ve ever met."

Penny frowned and clicked her tongue, leaning back a little in her seat.

"Fine! I’ll stop since you don’t appreciate my singing voice." With that, she threw herself back in the seat, snapping her gaze at the window on her side.

For the next few minutes, silence reigned in the car. However, Jonathan didn’t dare to relax; he knew Penny would come back stronger.

And, of course, she did.

"You know..." she trailed off, almost humming. "I’m actually very surprised that you’d agree to drive me home. It’s not like you don’t know I have my own car ready. Otherwise, how else would I be in Pierson Corporation?"

Jonathan didn’t answer, keeping his focus on the road.

"I mean... I could just slit your throat from behind," she whispered, but loud enough to reach his ear. "Being here, and you in there... gives you plenty of disadvantages."

His face twisted, and he glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "Why don’t you try—"

Before he could finish, Penny suddenly kicked the back of his seat. Taking advantage of his surprise, she shoved his seatbelt down and pulled it across his chest and throat.

Screeech!

"Hey—" he choked, but his instincts kicked in, forcing him to steer the car back into the correct lane. They briefly swerved into another lane before returning to their original path, and his hand shot up to pull the strap away from his throat.

But Penny wasn’t done. She kept pulling the belt with her feet on the back of the seat. Her head and body were slightly lowered from the window, as though trying to avoid being seen.

"Try it, you said," she taunted. "How do you like it?"

"Sss..." he hissed. "...stop!"

Jonathan kept tugging at the strap, but it was no use. When he realized it was futile, he stopped and used his other hand to grab her foot. All that got him was another swift kick.

They were on the highway, and stopping abruptly wasn’t an option—unless he wanted to cause a horrible accident.

Maybe commuting was the better option, after all.