Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1822

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Chapter 1822: Infiltrating the Mansion

"Mark! Angel!"

Mark and Angel, still busy trying to survive, saw Penny jogging in their direction. Their faces twisted in dismay. Couldn’t she see they were on a battlefield?

Yet, there she was, skipping through the middle of the war zone.

If not for Shawn, who was expertly covering her with the truck and his precise alertness, she would’ve been dead. But Penny didn’t care about that.

"Damn—!" Angel hissed, quickly backing away, rifles firing as he moved toward Penny. Mark did the same, shifting his focus to any threat to Penny, while Shawn concentrated on the threat to their lives.

Once they reached her, they ran to the truck and pressed their backs against the side of the vehicle. Keeping Penny between them, Angel’s shouts made her jolt.

"Penny, are you out of your mind!?" Angel scolded, glaring at her. "And are you drunk!?"

"Nope!" Penny’s denial was quicker than a blink. "Shawn knocked me out."

’And you sobered up,’ was what Shawn wanted to tell her, but he didn’t have time. At this point, he just accepted this was his punishment and he had no right to complain, no matter how tempted he was by Penny’s unserious behavior.

Mark’s sharp eyes quickly shot to Shawn, but he didn’t let that personal dissatisfaction affect him now. He looked around and pulled the trigger, helping their comrades before turning to Penny.

"Miss Penny, are you alright?" he asked, glancing at her before shifting his focus.

"Are you blind?" Angel snapped, his side pressing against Penny’s as he covered her. Even if her recklessness angered him, it didn’t mean he’d let her die.

Penny signed his paycheck—well, technically Zoren, but it was the same thing.

As for Mark, he was just glad Penny reached them in time. "Miss Penny, the master is inside with Nathalie Zorken. And just now, we heard multiple shots fired."

"..." Penny slowly turned to Mark, staring blankly at his side. After a second, she lifted her eyes and gazed at the mansion in the distance.

"Renren," she whispered, and for some reason, she even forgot why she’d approached them.

The smile on her face disappeared, and she slapped the side of the truck to get not just Shawn’s attention, but Angel’s and Mark’s.

"Let’s go!" she shouted, opening the driver’s seat door. "Renren is there, and you two—forget it."

She climbed into the driver’s seat while Angel and Mark covered her. As for Shawn, he crawled back to the passenger row. Once Penny was behind the wheel, Angel and Mark intuitively climbed onto the tire and clung to the truck’s body, their entire bodies dangling like decorations.

"Get in!" Mark shouted at Angel. "I’ll cover for you!"

Angel glanced at him and nodded, letting his rifle dangle from its strap. Holding onto the rim of the truck body with both hands, the truck began to rev up.

As Angel climbed over the truck, Mark engaged in the fight. His hand held onto the truck, his other hand shooting at every threat in his line of sight.

CLANG!

Just then, a bullet struck the truck’s body inches from Mark. He flinched at the spark, quickly searching for where the shot came from. There was no one.

CLANG!

Mark jolted a little more, only this time, hearing gunfire from within the truck.

"Get in!" Angel, now in the back of the truck, shouted. "I got him!"

Angel kept his weapon up, searching for any shooters in the upper levels of the mansion.

Mark glanced at the truck where Angel was, and just as Angel trusted him, he let go of his rifle. The weapon dangled on his back with the strap, as he climbed over the truck, hoping Angel wouldn’t let him get shot.