Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 775

Chapter 775: Zoren’s POV

"This food... is horrible. It’s poisonous. Get the person who made this out of here."

A glint flickered across Zoren’s eyes and his lips curved downward in displeasure. For a moment, everyone could only stare at him in silence, interpreting the look on his face as a signal that someone would die a cruel death tonight.

He drew a deep breath before exhaling slowly, issuing the order. "Now."

The servants flinched, snapping out of their trance before bowing slightly. As instructed, they hurried to the kitchen to fetch the person responsible for the food Zoren had eaten, which had quickly soured his mood.

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Hours ago...

"Sir, I booked a hotel near the venue for the family gathering," Benjamin said to Zoren as soon as Zoren walked out of the building, where he had just finished a meeting. "Your last meeting was canceled due to an emergency. So, we’re heading to the hotel right away."

Zoren shook his head and stopped in front of the open backseat door, facing Benjamin. "There’s no need for that. I’m heading home."

"Sir?"

"I’ll change at my house."

"But—" Benjamin stopped himself, pressing his lips together and nodding in understanding. "I understand, sir."

With that, Zoren climbed into the car while Benjamin stood outside. The latter carefully closed the door and jogged to the front passenger seat. Once Benjamin was in, their vehicle sped off toward Zoren’s home.

As soon as they reached Skyline Plaza, Zoren stepped out without a word and went straight to his room. Zoren could have changed at the hotel, as Benjamin suggested, but he wasn’t looking forward to attending the event. If he was going to kill time, he’d rather do it at home. It might be a bit farther from the event, but it was less toxic. It was better to stay as far away as possible from the toxicity before stepping into the most painfully long hour of his life.

Since it was still early, Zoren took his time to shower and get changed. He even reheated the food his wife had made to eat. Standing by the kitchen counter, Zoren rested his hand on the edge of the bed, his other hand holding a fork as he ate the reheated food from the bowl.

"The number you have dialed is out of service..."

Deep lines appeared between his brows as he stared at the phone lying next to his bowl. He tilted his head, straightening his posture as he picked up the phone.

"Why isn’t she answering?" he wondered aloud, frowning. "Did something happen?"

Worried, Zoren dialed Penny’s number again to check in on her. Though he knew his wife was busy, she usually answered his calls. He waited for the phone to ring, but just as he thought, she wouldn’t answer, the line connected.

"Pen—"

Clack.

The lines on Zoren’s forehead deepened the moment he heard the beep after Penny’s terse remark. He furrowed his brows, tilting his head as he studied the hurried tone in Penny’s voice when she said that one word: ’busy.’