Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 438

Chapter 438: What seems to be the problem, my love?

"Die!" Penny froze when she felt a cold hand clamp down on hers, stopping her. Her right brow arched as she glanced over her shoulder. "Tss."

A hiss escaped her, clearly displeased by the interruption. A deadly glint flickered in her eyes as she focused back on the man beneath her. Penny didn’t say a word, simply staring at Nathaniel.

Nathaniel, on the other hand, whimpered under her gaze. He could feel that despite being stopped, she had already butchered him a thousand times in her mind. He looked at the man standing behind Penny, gripping her arm.

"Boss..." Nathaniel whimpered, "... I think she came to kill me. Please help."

"Sir —" one of Zoren’s bodyguards began to speak but stopped when Mark whistled. Turning to their captain, they saw Mark shaking his head. No one dared to go against his order and remained on standby.

If Mark had signaled not to interfere, they wouldn’t. After all, if anyone would take a bullet or sacrifice a limb for Zoren, it would be Mark.

Penny laughed wickedly. "Boss?" she hissed, assuming the man holding her was Nathaniel’s boss. "Very well."

With that, Penny tried to pull her arm free from Zoren’s grip. However, he didn’t budge. She wasn’t truly trying to free herself, but testing his strength. Now that she had a better sense of it, she knew what to do.

Penny lowered her head, her expression darkening. Her devilish demeanor made Nathaniel squint and whimper quietly. When her eyes gleamed like a predator about to strike, Penny leaped off of Nathaniel.

Her jump was high, her knees bent as she spun mid-air. Despite the strain on her wrist and elbow, Zoren’s grip remained firm.

Zoren had no intention of hurting his wife, even though it seemed like Penny was out of control. He released her arm, but only slightly.

Penny spun the butcher knife in her hand, aiming to slash his throat. At that moment, she didn’t care who got hurt. All she saw was red, and her anger demanded to be unleashed. However, as she repositioned herself upon landing, Zoren tightened his grip on her arm once again.

With a swift pull, Zoren spun her around. Penny, however, turned his countermovement to her advantage. As her back hit his chest, she maneuvered the knife toward his neck. But Zoren, predicting her move, pushed her elbow away with the bottom of his palm.

In the blink of an eye, Zoren and Penny were standing toe-to-toe, her back pressed against his front. He had one of her hands behind her while holding the other one that was still gripping the butcher’s knife. Zoren couldn’t stop her movements entirely, so he twisted her hand so the blunt end of the knife pressed against his neck.

’This guy!’ Penny clenched her teeth, her face twitching at the thought of being countered at every turn. It was as though Zoren could read her mind, anticipating her moves before she even made them. The only thing slowing him down was his health. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

Her rising temper, however, paused when she felt his hot breath against the shell of her ear.

Zoren lowered his head to her side, keeping her still. "Penelope... Pierson," he whispered. "What seems to be the problem, my love?"