Chapter 907: Don’t fall for the same trick again.
Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress
An hour ago...
"Are we just going to let her go?"
Penny kept her eyes on Patricia as the latter walked away in frustration. However, this was not how it was supposed to go. Patricia had been in Pennyâs and everyoneâs lives for some reasonâlike a side character that exists in everyoneâs lives but doesnât really make a big impact.
In other words, Patricia was someone Penny knew, even if the latter didnât want to.
Patricia had nothing else to lose. Therefore, it wouldnât be a surprise if she bantered more or argued more. Her life was over, after all.
âBut that bag sheâs carrying around...â Penny thought to herself. â... is a limited-edition one that just launched recently. There are only ten in the world. How could she afford it?â
Although Penny wasnât an enthusiast over bags and dresses, her husband liked buying her things. Besides, Penny was surrounded by not only successful men but also powerful womenâwomen who would wear tens of millions worth of attire for a night. Therefore, Penny was well aware of the difference between counterfeits and real ones.
"Letâs let her go. She was petty, so I guess giving her the same level of pettiness is just right. No more, no less," Penny said with a smile. But in her mind, she wouldnât let it go.
First, Patricia came just to stir trouble for Nina. Second, she defiled Slaterâs eyes. And lastly, she was curious.
As they all moved on, with Ginnie reassuring Penny that she didnât care much about Patricia, Penny slid her eyes in another direction. Pennyâs gaze immediately landed on someone standing in the distance: Angel.
Angel nodded in understanding, even though all he saw was a slight nod from Penny. He slowly shifted his eyes, catching sight of Patricia.
That was how they ended up in this situation.
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[PRESENT TIME]
Patricia was sitting in the driverâs seat, her hands gripping the steering wheel. Her hands hadnât left the steering wheel from the beginning. However, she could feel the sweat beginning to break out on her palms.
Seated in the front passenger seat was Angel. What happened earlier was that when Patricia jumped into her car and was preparing to leave after completing her "task," someone suddenly jumped into the front passenger seat.
Patricia was familiar with this manâs faceâhe was the one who had dragged her out of Zorenâs home, the time Zoren almost fed her to his vicious black panther.
âWhat does Mr. Pierson want from me now?â she wondered to herself, stopping in a deserted part of the city as per Angelâs instructions. âI didnât do anything to him, did I?â
âWhat am I going to do?â she thought to herself, keeping her wide eyes down. âDonât tell me heâs still angry at me? I stopped going to places owned by the Piersons and even lived quietly. Thereâs no way I offended him!â
Or was it her brother, Theo?
Patriciaâs face twisted at the thought of her brother. âDonât tell me he went to the Piersons and begged for mercy?!â
"This bag..." Angel held up the small handbag with his index finger, raising it to his face. "... Where did you get it?"
"Huh?" Deep lines formed between Patriciaâs brows as she looked back at Angel strangely. "My bag? Youâre asking about my bag?"
Angel cast her a dead expression. "Iâm not interested in your bag. Iâm interested in how you could afford it."
"What?" Patricia blurted out, then scoffed. "Are you asking me this because Mr. Pierson doesnât think I deserve a good bag? Hah! I know the Piersons are powerful and that I made some minor mistakes in the past! But how could he be so petty as to question me if I bought myself a new bag? Is he going to torment me like this? I got it because I deserved it! Just because my family is struggling doesnât mean I canât buy something nice for myself!"
Silence followed Patriciaâs mindless yelling as Angel didnât budge, nor was he surprised by her hysterical response.
"Your family isnât struggling, Miss Miller," Angel replied in a dead tone, his eyes locked on her. "Itâs on the brink of bankruptcy. This bag youâre carrying around might not be enough to save the company, but itâll help."
Angel had done his research and, in fact, he was aware of the price because something like it had come to Zoren not long ago. And Benjamin kept yapping about how precious, limited, and expensive it wasâas if the bag were for him and not for Penny.
"My boss is just... intrigued, Miss Miller," he continued in the same flat tone, gently placing the bag down. "Will you tell me the answer?"
"I had my savings!" Patricia blurted out nervously. "I bought it with my own money."
Angel tilted his head to the side. "You have savings?"
"Yes!" Her face turned red, trying to maintain a sharp front despite her nervousness. "Mister, this isnât right anymore. Youâre violating my privacy and my human rights! This is harassment! Iâll report you to the police!"
"Please do." Angel nodded at her. "Should I drive you to the station?"
"What?"
"If you want to go to the station, feel free to do so. If you feel like Iâll harm you, then go ahead," Angel clarified, his tone clearly an encouragement. "However, what I can guarantee you today is that... talking to me is probably the luckiest day of your life."
"Huh?"
"Someone bought this bag for you, didnât they?" he asked, though not sure about it. Bluffing her into thinking he knew what was going on might get her to talk. "What did they ask you to do in return, Miss Miller?"
Just then, Angel felt his phone vibrate. Seeing the caller IDâT.M.âhe answered it without hesitation.
"How is she?" asked Penny, to which he responded with, "Almost."
His answer might not have directly answered Pennyâs question, but it was enough to tell her he was almost there. Almost there to get Patricia to talk.
"Iâll call you back," he said, slipping his phone into his pocket. However, he didnât end the call. He only said so just to make Patricia think the call had ended. It was better for Penny to hear whatever Patricia had to say.
"Miss Miller," Angel called in a calm voice. "Youâve already been a part of the scheme to deceive Zoren Pierson because someone saw you as the perfect scapegoat. Donât fall for the same trick again."