Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1643

Chapter 1643: Mint’s jabs

"By the way, Mint, I have some herbal teas that you should—"

Benjamin returned to where he’d left Mint answering her phone call, but as he walked in, she was already gone.

"..."

He closed his eyes and sighed helplessly. "I just told her—okay, calm down, Benjamin, calm your heart—THAT DAMN WOMAN!"

When he snapped his eyes open, they burned with fury. The snack he was holding crumpled under his grip, his shoulders trembling.

He shrieked, "Next time, I’m cuffing her in place!"

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[Skyline Plaza: Zoren’s]

Penny, Atlas, Slater, Hugo, and now Mint had gathered in Zoren’s study to discuss what needed to be discussed.

Silence filled the room until Penny’s dry voice broke through.

"What?" she asked at the same time Hugo blurted, "What?"

Mint furrowed her brows, glancing between Atlas and Slater. "What?"

Atlas let out a heavy sigh, while Slater was still trying to wrap his head around it. They’d already gone through the "What" phase—but despite that, all they had was mystery and no real answers.

"So... you’re saying..." Mint hummed, turning her attention to Penny. "Penny and Zoren might be cousins—and I get my chance soon?"

"No way!" Penny gasped, clutching a hand over her chest. "Mint, you better shut up before I kick you right in the gut!"

"Nice try, Mint," Hugo chuckled, nodding approvingly, while Mint simply shrugged.

"That’s not the point," Atlas cut in seriously, unbothered by the banter. "If what Slater and Mint are saying is true—that this woman isn’t the same person in their database—there are only a few explanations for that."

"Either Dad, Uncle Haines, or even Old Mrs. Pierson are mistaken, or..." Atlas trailed off.

"...Or we’ve had the wrong file all along," Slater picked up, his tone grim. "Either it was deliberately planted to mislead the investigation, or it was just a mishandling of the evidence."

"And I doubt it’s the latter," Hugo added, nodding in agreement.

The atmosphere in the study grew heavy. All five of them exchanged tense looks, their faces clouded with unease.

It was too much of a coincidence for Charles, Haines, and even Old Mrs. Pierson to all recognize the same person. Not only that—Penny herself had seen the paintings of the late Enzo Pierson.

She could vouch that the portrait matched the face in those paintings exactly. After all, this wasn’t the first time Penny had seen the photo; Slater had shown it to her before in the penthouse. But back then, they’d come up with a different theory—certainly not this kind of theory.

"It’s either she has a twin... or a doppelgänger," Penny whispered, her voice quiet and serious. "...Or it’s the same Naylani Pierson."

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