Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 431

Chapter 431: Hell

"Oops?" Penny frowned, watching the door slowly close. "They left you."

She pouted, glancing at the man across from her. Shaking her head, she clicked her tongue a few times.

"You know... if your people are like that, I’d rather not have people at all," she mused with a judgemental tone. "They’re mean. How could they do that? They just left you, knowing you’re about to go up against a panther and me..."

She trailed off, noticing that Renny had also run off, leaving her behind. Scrunching her nose, she turned back to Angel. "I mean, just me, but that’s still pretty terrible of them."

Angel readjusted his position, letting his body slowly wall on the floor with his back still against the wall. He looked up at her, his eyes studying her face. He didn’t need to get closer to confirm she’d been drinking; the smell of alcohol was strong, and she still had the wine bottle in hand. He also knew Penny a bit better than most.

Normally, when Penny drank wine or any alcohol, her face turned red. Due to her fair complexion, it was easy to notice. That’s why, at parties, Angel often observed the color in her cheeks. If she looked flushed, it meant she was still sober.

But if there was no redness, and she was acting erratically, it meant she was drunk — already passed out. Passing out was probably the worst thing that could happen to Penny.

Angel had learned about Penny’s drunken alter ego after witnessing it once before.

"Miss..." Angel exhaled, raising his hands to show he was unarmed. "Penny."

Penny raised a brow, tilting her head. ’Why is he acting like he’s approaching a wild animal?’

There were only a few steps between them, and he could easily reach her. But acting rashly would provoke a reaction from her, and a fight in her current state would likely leave both of them injured.

"Penny," Angel called again, his eyebrows raised. "Can you please put down that bottle?"

Penny squinted at him, then took a step back, hugging the bottle tighter. "No."

"I’m not going to take it," he said with an awkward laugh. "You can have more later. It’s just dangerous... you see... looks like you’ve had enough already."

Her lips curved downward, clearly displeased, and Angel knew he needed to change his approach.

"That wine is a hundred years old," he nodded. "Do you really want to finish it all now when you can enjoy it later?"

He waited for her reaction, but her silence was already a good sign.

"There’s another wine cellar here," he continued. "There’s plenty more wine inside. Much better than the ones in there."

"Oh?" Penny blinked a few times, intrigued. "Where is it?"

"I can take you there."

Her lips curved down again.

"There’s a passcode for it," Angel explained. "That wine cellar cost billions, Penny. Do you think they’d leave it guarded by just a simple padlock?"

"Haha." She snorted. "And what makes you think I don’t want to do this?"

’She’s more drunk this time than before,’ Angel thought, swallowing hard. "What do you want this time?"

"Nathaniel?" Angel furrowed his brows. ’Who’s that?’