Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1577

Chapter 1577: make or break the situation.

[PRIME GROUP]

Tak... tak... tak...

Penny tapped the end of her pen against the desk rhythmically. Her eyes narrowed as she stared across her office.

Tak... tak... tak...

The tapping continued until it was the only thing she could hear. With the consistent noise in her ears, her mind began to drift. For some reason, she felt everything was closing in — and yet they still hadn’t caught up.

If Nina was part of the discussion later, Penny knew she would have to disclose more information to her as well. The question wasn’t whether Nina would agree, but whether Finn would go along with the plan brewing in Penny’s mind.

Penny, after all, was aware that what she was about to bring up wouldn’t make Finn happy.

"Stephen Bennet still hadn’t received a new name, but I’m sure... It’s only a matter of time," she thought. "Cassandra is already behind bars, just waiting for her trial."

Nina’s mother hadn’t shown up again, and for her to evade both me and even Renren’s men just tells me that the woman is something else.

Her thoughts looped in her mind like a broken record.

But then again, if Mint and Second Brother’s theory were correct, it shouldn’t be surprising. If that woman had been on the run all these years, she must have mastered the art of hiding by now.

Then there was Jonathan Pierson, the woman and child on the island, the woman who was killed during Charles’s time in the military. On top of that, the lethal drug and the Miracle Drug. And Jonathan had almost been killed. The Information Center only added to the list.

It wasn’t like Penny hadn’t noticed the slow connection between everything. She and Zoren had rearranged the investigation board not long ago, but something in her gut told her things weren’t just moving slowly or randomly. If anything, everything was already in motion behind the scenes, and they were moving fast.

Cassandra’s case felt more like an unintentional distraction. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

Knock knock.

Penny’s thoughts halted at the faint knock on the door. She snapped her eyes up just as it opened.

Wild stepped in, his expression grim as he raised a folder in his hand. Once the door closed, he made his way quickly to her desk and dropped the folder in front of her.

"I don’t like this," he said, tapping the folder. "I don’t understand why you wanted these files. Haven’t you moved on from it?"

Penny studied his displeased expression, unsurprised. "Uncle Wild, I have moved on from it. But I need them right now."

"Why would you even need them?" His frown deepened. "To remind yourself, this might happen again if you don’t stop doing whatever you’re doing? Penelope, first, it was this orphanage. Then suddenly, that same orphanage is the center of a scandal with the senator’s granddaughter accused of some horrible things."

"She might be guilty, or she might not," he added, eyes burning with seriousness. "But tell me—are you the person behind it?"

Deep lines formed between Penny’s brows, taken aback. "Holy shit."

"What? Am I right?"

"No..." she whispered, realization dawning on her. "I think I just made a mistake."