Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 563

Chapter 563: You... what the hell are you doing here?

"That’s weird. Was it really just a worker?"

"Were you expecting to find an unwelcome guest, Miss Penelope?"

"Well, the residence isn’t huge, but this lot is. It wouldn’t hurt anyone if I checked, right?"

"Don’t worry. Even with such a vast expanse, rest assured, everything is monitored. Besides, Renny is always around. If anyone with bad intentions stepped into the residence, he’d chase them off. So, there’s no need to worry about that."

Inside the cabinet, squeezed into the lower part of the tiny space, Nathaniel held his breath as he listened to the conversation outside. His heart was drumming in his chest, echoing in his ears and making him sweat cold buckets.

Even when Penny and Mark’s voices slowly faded as the bedroom door closed, he stayed hidden.

’That woman!’ Nathaniel clenched his teeth, recalling the only memory he had of Penny. ’She almost got me again!’

It would be a lie to say Nathaniel didn’t know Penny. He had been investigating her as Zoren’s Thursday Girl; therefore, he knew quite a bit about her. However, meeting her that night made him question whether he really knew her—or rather, he questioned whether he was actually the one who knew about her, or if it was the other way around.

After all, Penny seemed to know him well. She even called him by his nickname.

Nathaniel didn’t know how long he had been in the closet. He just knew he stayed there even when he couldn’t hear their voices anymore. When he felt safe, he pushed the closet door open and crawled out.

"Ugh..." A groan escaped his gritted teeth as he slumped on the floor, exhausted. "Shit..."

Looking back at the place he had hidden, Nathaniel couldn’t even understand how he fit in there. All he knew was that somehow, he did. It almost amazed him, but with his heart still racing, all he could focus on at the moment was stabilizing it.

"If Zoren Pierson didn’t kill me, I’d have a heart attack instead," he grumbled, looking up at the window in the bedroom.

Another deep breath escaped him as he crawled out more until he was able to sit up with great difficulty. It wasn’t like he was injured, but his body felt heavier than usual. Perhaps it was the stress of being held captive here.

"This feels more like being a prisoner," he muttered, huffing and resting his arm on his bent knee. "What am I going to do?"

It wasn’t like the doors of the guesthouse were locked. In fact, Nathaniel was always free to go... if only he had a reason to. Although Renny and that little cat were always outside the guesthouse, Nathaniel could’ve left once night fell.

The waiting was the most annoying and dreadful part. _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

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