Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1520

Chapter 1520: You saved me! and him

Since entering the highway, Penny had noticed a motorcycle speeding through the other lane. She didn’t dwell on it as she was in the middle of singing for Jonathan. But as they went back and forth, the same rider, who had already driven past them earlier, was now tailing them.

The motorcycle’s headlights were on high, reflecting off Jonathan’s side mirror. When the rider picked up speed, all the alarm bells in her head went off.

Without thinking twice, Penny pulled down a lever, saving both herself and Jonathan from impending doom.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Penny’s sudden action caught Jonathan off guard, but before he could react, three gunshots rang out. The sound was followed by the shattering of his window, glass flying inward, and some shards embedding into his skin.

"Ahh!" Jonathan shielded himself with his arm, his thumb barely clinging to the steering wheel. But with the sudden turn of events, their car started swerving into the other lane.

The screech of the tires rang in their ears painfully, prompting Jonathan to get a hold of himself. Otherwise, they might’ve survived the assault but died in a crash.

Penny kept her eyes narrowed, her teeth clenched. Since pulling Jonathan back, her legs were stuck. She peeked and saw that all of Jonathan’s window was gone.

"You..." she breathed out through clenched teeth. "... Are you dumb?! How could you not get this thing bulletproofed, considering you’re of Satan’s descent?!"

"Shut up!" he barked, nearly biting his tongue as their car screeched once. "Fuck!"

Out of panic, Jonathan gripped the steering wheel to regain control. Still leaning back and unable to see the road, he swerved into the other lane slightly.

"I can’t see!" he roared, tempted to sit up and check if he was in the right lane, or if there was a car ahead that they might crash into.

Penny, on the other hand, stretched her neck and peeked up. The rider had already passed them again.

"He’s gone," she said, trying to sit up, but wincing as the weight on her legs pressed down again. "He’s gone, so get up! You’re heavy, and fuck—he’s back."

"Fuck you!" Jonathan roared, gathering enough courage to straighten up and look ahead.

As soon as he did, Jonathan was met with blinding headlights driving back toward them. For a moment, his entire body went into survival mode, instinctively reaching for his headlights to flash at the motorcycle rider before quickly swerving into the other lane.

But the rider was crazy enough to follow, moving into the other lane, seemingly ready to crash into them.

"Hey..." Penny called under her breath, squinting as she saw the rider pull out another gun. "Just surrender yourself."

Jonathan hissed and glared at her. "Even now, you’re still full of bull?!"

If Penny was joking or doing this on purpose, she was more unhinged than Jonathan thought. But her craziness wasn’t important right now. What mattered was surviving the attack.

"I’m going to run him over," he announced, his voice low but panicked.

"Do you think you’re faster than his bullet?!"

"Just cling on to something, you witch!"

Was this the end for them?

’All my efforts... gone now?’ That was the first—and probably last—thing that would come to his mind.

BANG!

CRASH!