Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 798

Chapter 798: Why Zoren, and not him?

Meanwhile...

Dean strode fiercely, his steps hurried and heavy, following Zoren and Penny as the two of them approached their car.

"Penny!" he called out loudly, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get close to them because of the guards surrounding them. It didn’t feel good, as it only amplified the distance that had steadily grown between them. "Penny!"

Penny and Zoren didn’t stop. Zoren pretended not to hear Dean’s call. He opened the door for her, smiling at her like a true gentleman. But when Penny didn’t get in, he already knew what she was going to say.

"Get in first," she said, which he had already guessed in his mind. "I’ll just talk to him."

Zoren didn’t respond immediately, gazing at his wife in silence. "Will you be alright?" he asked, "Or should I stay with you?"

"It’s okay," she reassured. "I can handle him."

"Alright," he nodded after a second. "I’ll wait then."

"Mhm." Penny smiled a little, watching Zoren get in first before she turned away. Seeing that she was walking back toward Dean, the bodyguards didn’t dare stop her anymore as they headed to their respective cars. However, not all of them got in; some stayed outside on standby, ensuring Penny’s safety.

Standing in front of each other, Dean huffed sharply as he held her gaze.

"What’s the meaning of this?" he asked through gritted teeth, taking a step forward, only to glare at the bodyguard, who immediately moved a step from his vantage point. The bodyguards only stopped because Penny casually raised a hand.

"Dean, what do you mean by ’what’s the meaning of this?’" Penny tilted her head to the side. "Isn’t it obvious?"

He ground his teeth, fury evident in his eyes. "No," he breathed out. "It’s not that obvious."

"Dean Pierson—"

"Penny, I warned you," he hissed, balling his hands into tight fists. "Why are you so stubborn?"

This time, Penny’s eyes sharpened with a fierce glint. "And I also warned you, Dean, not to meddle with my affairs, or I might just become your aunt."

"Are you doing all of this because—"

"No," she answered before he could finish his sentence. She already knew and she could already guess all the words that would come out of his mouth. "No, Dean. I’m not doing this because of you. It’s quite bold of you to think that I’d do things for you when I don’t recall doing anything for you—whether to impress you or to anger you." _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

She raised her brows and blinked. "Do you recall me doing anything for you, Dean?"