Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1541

Chapter 1541: What a waste of space

Later that night...

Penny yawned, alone in the pharmaceutical lab.

"Gosh..." she muttered. "This is so boring."

She wondered what she had found enjoyable about this job, as it now seemed incredibly dull. Maybe she had just enjoyed life more, making this seem more boring now.

But that wasn’t what truly irritated her.

Frowning, Penny gazed at the mixture she had been experimenting with like a mad scientist. Then, her eyes shifted to a transparent, round jar containing the other half of the lethal pill. Reaching for it, Penny examined it briefly.

"Damn it," she whispered. "I’ve already gathered all the ingredients, yet no one seems to have succeeded in creating an antidote for it."

Another heavy sigh escaped her as she set down the pill and turned her attention back to the drugs before her. Pushing herself away from the counter, she slid over to another long counter where some books were resting.

"I must have missed something," she muttered, wondering if she had lost her touch. With that thought in mind, Penny decided to reread some books, hoping they might refresh her memory.

Juggling two jobs wasn’t easy, but if it lowered the chance of this lethal drug harming her or her family, she didn’t mind.

As silence settled over the lab, a quiet, gentle voice suddenly cut through the air.

"Didn’t you say you hated this place?"

Penny looked up slowly, her gaze falling instantly on Dean. He leaned against the door frame, brows raised.

"Seriously?" Her already dead expression seemed to die again. "Are you my stalker or something?"

"Just a moment ago, I got a call from Professor Singh. It was so abrupt, I thought it was his family calling to tell me he had passed away," he explained casually, pushing himself off the frame and striding towards her. "Unfortunately, he’s still alive."

Her face soured. "Unfortunately?" But she stopped whatever she wanted to add because wishing for Dean’s death wasn’t right, even if he sort of deserved it.

"Even if he did die, why would his family call you? You’re not his son," she clicked her tongue, refocusing on the book. "Go away, Dean. I don’t need your help."

"I told Professor Singh the same thing, but he’s concerned. As a good former student, I worry when he can’t sleep at night. I have a conscience, unlike you," he replied, moving towards where Penny had been working earlier.

Dean ducked a little and studied the fluid in one of the flasks, examining its nature through the small glass bottle.

Penny snapped her eyes to him and sighed, shaking her head, unsurprised by his presence. When Dean mentioned Professor Singh, she immediately guessed why the professor would call him.

Professor Singh hadn’t been pleased with the lethal drug Penny had shown him. And because Dean had been one of his best students, Professor Singh must have thought this job wasn’t something one person could handle alone.

"So, this is the drug?" Dean picked up the pill placed in a clear, round container. "Looks like a painkiller to me."

"Because it is," Penny replied, briefly raising her eyebrows without taking her eyes off the book. "It’s just stronger than a painkiller because it’s fatal to anyone who ingests it. It kills a person’s existence."

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