Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436: Mission failed

"That woman you’re recklessly firing at is Penny! Penelope Bennet, you idiot! Do you want to die?!"

The lines on Mark’s forehead deepened as he slowly became more aware of the situation. He stared at the face hovering over him, confirming it was the leader of the band of bodyguards Penny had sent to protect Zoren during his absence.

From what Mark had heard, these men were Penny’s best. Well, "best" was subjective. Still, Mark hadn’t felt Angel’s presence until he was tackled. With his heightened alertness, he should have been more conscious of his surroundings, not just his target.

But he hadn’t sensed Angel at all.

That wasn’t the most important thing, though.

"What did you say?" Mark asked, still in disbelief. "That... woman?"

Mark trailed off, turning his head toward Penny. She was climbing up to the second floor. "... that’s... Penny? Penelope Bennet?"

"Fuck," Angel muttered, pushing himself away from the guy and sitting on the grass beside Mark. "Yeah, that’s her, unfortunately."

Mark slowly sat up, narrowing his eyes as he noticed more people inside the first-floor windows. Seeing the men explained why Penny had chosen to climb to the second floor. He knew he should be going after her — he still had a chance to stop her.

"She’s up there... an easy target," he murmured, eyes fixed on Penny. "What’s going on here? Explain, so I can understand if sitting here is something I won’t regret."

He turned his gaze from Penny to Angel. "Because if stopping now is something I’ll regret later, I’ll kill you."

"Kill me for all I care," Angel responded, waving his hand dismissively. "But if you hurt her, I’ll kill you first."

"What’s going on here?"

Angel sighed deeply. "She... she’s drunk."

"???"

Angel ruffled his hair in frustration. "I ordered my men to retreat when I realized she was drunk, but some got the order too late. A lot of them are in the infirmary now."

"I don’t care about your men," Mark replied. "I want to know what’s going on, not whether she’s drunk."

"That is what’s going on!" Angel snapped, knowing how ridiculous it sounded. But it was the truth, and he hated that he had to explain it. "She’s drunk, and when she’s drunk, my boss is... different. She turns into a completely different person."

Angel’s gaze shifted to Penny, still dangling from the balcony like some kind of bizarre decoration. "For some reason, when she’s drunk, she believes she’s living in this crazy world she thinks is real."

Mark was speechless. That explanation didn’t sound like a valid excuse. "You expect me to believe that?"

"I don’t care whether you believe it," Angel replied, his expression serious. "But shoot at her again, and I’ll fight you myself. That, you got to believe."

Mark chuckled. "Acting cocky now, huh? When you couldn’t even stop her?"

"I can stop her," Angel declared, his voice steady. "But hurting her to do it is another thing. Unless I know for sure that what she’s doing will hurt her when she sobers up, I’d rather let her wear herself out than see her dead."

"What kind of nonsense is that?" Mark scoffed, glancing bitterly at his injured foot. ’It hurts... I shouldn’t have stomped it like that. Now it’s even worse.’

’Wow...’ Angel almost applauded Mark’s faith in Zoren. He assumed Mark spoke so highly of him because he admired him, just like how Angel admired Penny. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

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