Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397: All you have to do is breathe.

[Incoming Message from Miss Penelope

Mr. Pierson, can I call? I need to discuss an important matter with you regarding the golden card invitation you sent to my brother.]

Zoren arched a brow as Benjamin stopped speaking. Their eyes fell on the phone on the desk, and Zoren reached for it.

"Call Miss Penelope," he commanded, and the phone dialed Penny’s number. As it rang, he waved for Benjamin to leave.

Benjamin smiled from ear to ear, knowing his boss couldn’t see it. He withheld a giggle as he turned and left the room, giving Zoren and Penny some privacy.

"Hello?" Zoren greeted the moment the call connected. "I missed you."

Penny, who had been about to speak, closed her mouth as her words stuck in her throat. She pressed her lips together, trying to suppress the smile tugging at her face.

"Hi," she murmured, glancing away from the mountain of work in front of her. "I missed you too."

Zoren smiled in satisfaction. "No, I miss you more."

"That’s not fair," she giggled. "Renren, I think I miss you more."

"Aren’t you tired, Miss Penelope?" he teased, raising her brows. "You’ve been running through my mind since the second we parted. You might lose more weight if you keep this up."

Penny chuckled, her cheeks blushing. "Stop it!"

"Haha."

"Goodness, this is about work!" she exclaimed, still touching her cheek. "I called for work, not to be flattered!"

"I see," he said with a slight head tilt. "Good thing this isn’t just flattery—these are my honest thoughts."

"..." If she could have squealed, she would have. This man sent butterflies fluttering through her heart, even from a distance. ’I’m a lost cause.’

"It’s a good thing you didn’t idle earlier, or I would’ve had Benjamin drive us back to my place."

"It’s not easy," she pouted. "But yes, I’m glad I didn’t. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had the chance to talk to my brothers."

"Were they angry?"

"Not my second brother, though he gave me a mountain of papers to review," she shrugged. "Speaking of my brother, Renren, please hold off on the love arrows. I need a clear mind."

Zoren smirked, biting his bottom lip to suppress a smile. "Then stop breathing."

"Huh?"

"I can’t help it."

Penny buried her face in her palm, holding her breath to stifle her laughter.

"I’ll try," he reassured her. "Your concern is about the golden invitation?"

Penny straightened up, her expression shifting to seriousness. When she spoke, she was back to her usual self.

"Yes, Mr. Pierson," she said firmly. "I hope you’ve considered that someone is bold enough to impersonate your childhood friend. This person knows a lot about you and your friend. If they realize you’re catching on quickly, it’ll be difficult to trace them."

"Ah."

"Extending your favor to me and my brother seems like a bold move. I apologize for my delay in addressing this. I should’ve asked last night, but how did your date with Patricia Miller go?"

Zoren didn’t respond immediately, having almost forgotten about Patricia. ’Right,’ he thought. ’That woman still exists.’

"Mr. Pierson?"

"Don’t worry about Miss Miller, Mrs. Pierson," he replied casually, causing Penny to pause.

What did he just call her?

Zoren smirked. "Prime Group has been a big help to me, so naturally, my generosity will extend to both Prime Group and Global Prime Logistics. Whoever sent her will know that I’m onto them, but at the same time, the excuse I just mentioned will make them reconsider."

"I see." Penny nodded, satisfied with his reasoning. "I just wanted to confirm. I don’t want these issues to interfere with what’s between us."

"They won’t," he assured her. "I gave you my word, didn’t I?"