Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 420

Chapter 420: Stay dead

Standing outside the mansion, Penny raised a hand to her brow and squinted at the end of the driveway. She spotted a silhouette walking toward the gates, signaling that guards were still stationed there.

"Dang," she whispered, shrugging. "We still have guards? Wow. Never mind."

Penny jogged down to the garage, searching for Atlas’s car. When she arrived, deep lines appeared between her brows. The garage housed several cars, including sports cars and motorbikes.

"Aren’t we poor now?" she whispered, noticing two motorbikes of the same brand but different models. More than excitement, she was confused. "How come they still have sports cars? Were they lying to me?"

She scrunched up her nose, convinced Atlas had deceived her during his last visit. This didn’t look like their life was falling apart. If it were, they should’ve sold these unnecessary cars to afford their daily necessities.

"Which one is his, though?" she muttered, inspecting the keys. There were no buttons on them, so her eyes naturally fell on the motorbikes. A grin spread across her face as she straddled one of them and inserted the key.

"...," she frowned when the bike didn’t start. Her gaze shifted to the other bike. "Well, that one’s a hottie."

Penny quickly hopped off the first bike and climbed onto the second. As soon as she inserted the key, the headlights lit up the garage. She smiled in satisfaction and raised her brows when she noticed the helmets on the rack.

"Safety first!" She jumped off the bike to grab a helmet. After securing it, she revved the engine and spun the bike around with a sharp maneuver, but flinched when she saw Hugo standing by the entrance.

"Penny?" Hugo furrowed his brows, watching her drive to him slowly. "Are you sober now? Where are you headed at this hour?"

Penny turned her head slowly to where her second brother stood. She studied his face and let out a shallow breath. His presence was a reminder of her guilt — Hugo, whom she believed was dead, now stood as a haunting memory of how she was deceived by a person she thought her friend.

"Hugo... stay dead," she muttered coldly before lowering her visor and speeding away.

"???" Hugo blinked, staring after her. "Did she... did she just curse me?"

He opened and closed his mouth, confused, recalling the defiant look in her eyes. Although she still had that familiar gaze, there was something different about it tonight. Penny had always looked at him that way, but tonight, an inexplicable feeling crept into his heart when their eyes met.

[She’s a different person when drunk.]

Atlas’s words echoed in Hugo’s mind, reminding him of his brother’s concerns from not too long ago. With that in mind, Hugo ran back into the house to grab his keys. But by the time he reached the front door, Penny had already reached the gates.

Seeing the guards rush to open the gates, Hugo clenched his teeth.

Was she even sober now?