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Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231: A mad, mad world

WELCOME TO VOLUME 2

PROLOGUE

Fog formed in front of Penny’s gaping mouth, breathing heavily, which resonated in the empty and wide space. Her vision was blurry, feeling the dust on the concrete floor.

"Hah..." The side of her head throbbed, wincing, but forcing herself to stay conscious. "Uncle... Haines..."

Slowly, she lifted her head, blood trickling down the side of her head. Every part of her body ached — everything hurt, even her breathing was restrained because she felt like something was stabbing her lungs every time she breathed.

"Uncle..." she called quietly.

There, lying on the floor not far away from her was the unconscious Haines. Her eyes gleamed with bitterness, clenching her teeth.

"Uncle," she called, crawling toward him and leaving a trail of blood on the floor. When she reached the unconscious Haines, Penny pressed her lips and checked his face. "Uncle."

Tears brimmed in her eyes, seeing the beaten state of her beloved uncle. The memories of what Haines went through before it all came to this surged in her mind like a flood. Her heart was filled with bitterness. Although Penny was injured herself, thanks to Haines, she was still awake. He protected her from these... rouges.

Penny clasped Haines and turned her head.

Around them were several men towering over her. Despite the dimness of the place they were in, she could see their bloodshot and unsympathetic eyes gleaming down at her. Before these men, whom she didn’t know, Penny looked like a wounded kitten.

Her grip on the unconscious Haines tightened, grinding her teeth in anger. When she saw one of them take a step toward her, she spread her arms to protect Haines behind her.

"Try..." she breathed out through her gritted teeth. "Touch him again... and I’ll kill you."

"Haha." Dry laughter resonated in the place as the men looked at each other.

Her heart swelled in anger while listening to the ridiculing laughter echoing in her ear.

When Penny woke up once again after her execution, she chose to forgive and move on. She chose to live a peaceful life, and she chose to not let her anger and resentment consume her. She had been angry all her life in her previous life. When she was in prison, she had to be a hundred times angrier to survive, only to die on her execution day.

It was the reason she told herself she didn’t want anger to consume her.

Tonight was different.

"Go and laugh now..." her voice shook as her eyes glinted with murderous intent. "GO AND LAUGH!!!"

The men around her slowly stopped and gazed down at her, head tilting. However, they still took her words as a child’s mindless spewing. Hence, one man still took a step, only to stop at Penny’s next words.

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As those remarks echoed, the men quickly snapped out of their trance. They marched to Penny, only for her to bite the hand that was sprawling toward her. Taking advantage of this, she snatched the pistol that was on his side.

Without further ado, she cocked it and pointed it at the next person closest to them.

"Don’t say I didn’t warn you," she breathed out as her finger slowly slipped on the trigger.

BAM!

Just as those words rolled out of her tongue, a loud sound was heard. Everyone froze as they shifted their eyes to the big entrance of the abandoned warehouse.

There, standing by the entrance, were a few men with the man in the middle a slightly chubby man.

The same man Penny met in the district 10th precinct and the man she rescued from the dumpster two years ago.

"Uncle Wild," she whispered as she heaved a sigh of relief. Knowing she was now saved, she slowly collapsed on the floor, staring at the men in the entrance through the gaps between the men’s legs. "Uncle Wild... my Uncle Haines... please save him."

Wild’s eyes blazed as he gazed at the men surrounding his little benefactor. His dilated eyes remained as he coldly and blankly breathed out,

"She and her uncle are our top priority. The rest... don’t let any of them get away."

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