Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1518

Chapter 1518: It was Uncle Wild’s... not Yugi’s.

[One hour ago...]

"Holy shit... Cassandra is not getting out of that prison."

Penny’s mouth gaped as she stared at the article with wide eyes. For a second, she couldn’t believe what she had just figured out.

The answer had been in front of her all along, but it took her an entire night to make the connection.

It wasn’t a direct link, but the goal was similar—perhaps even better.

"I need to check something," she muttered, pushing herself up.

She didn’t idle. Storming out of the office, she headed toward the elevator—only to find her four assistants already standing in front of it.

"Penny!" Patricia chimed. "Are you going home too? Want to join us for dinner—?"

"Get on the other one," Penny cut in, jumping into the elevator that coincidentally opened beside them.

The four assistants blinked as she pressed a button and glanced up. When the doors closed in front of them, they exchanged puzzled looks. For a moment, they tried to see where Penny was headed, but all they caught was that she was going to the floor above.

"What’s that about?" Hayley wondered aloud. "She looks like she’s in a hurry."

"Maybe she needs the bathroom," Patricia guessed, raising her brows when the other three gave her a look. "What? Is there something wrong with hurrying to the bathroom?"

Teddy shook his head and turned toward the other elevator, which had also arrived. Shawn offered Patricia a brief smile before following him in.

"Let’s not dwell on it," Hayley whispered to Patricia. "By the way, will you help me pick out a dress this weekend? I have a wedding to attend..."

None of them bothered much about Penny. Office hours were over, and though they’d been willing to stay longer, they knew Penny wouldn’t want them overworking.

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Meanwhile, Penny entered the penthouse and went straight to the bedroom where the investigation board was hidden. After placing her fingerprint to unlock it, she switched on the lights and approached the board.

"This right here..." she murmured, pinning a note she’d written to the section related to her past arrest. "This timeline is moving much faster than before."

She adjusted a few notes, rearranging some details. The board had been started by Hugo, and Penny had simply added whatever she could recall. But now, she realized it needed restructuring.

The problem was that Penny had only considered what had happened in this timeline, not why. She’d missed the fact that she had altered many events in her life. Naturally, the sequence of events would get jumbled.

After working quickly, she stepped back and studied the board.

"..." She pressed her lips into a thin line. "There are still a lot of questions, but somehow, it’s starting to make sense."

A lot had happened in the past.

One of those things was Jonathan and Nina’s marriage.

And ever since, everything in their family had started to fall apart.

Just like now—for the Smiths.

"Stay out of it," she reminded herself. "This isn’t your business, Penny. If their target really has shifted, then don’t invite trouble."

She rubbed her forehead, closing her eyes for a moment. Then she peeked back at the board, her eyes glinting.

"At least one question’s answered," she whispered. "If I was right."

Yet, there was no relief. Only a deeper weight pressing into her heart. She didn’t know when or where, but she remembered someone once telling her the Bennets had simply been at the wrong place at the wrong time.

"I should probably call them about this theory," she mumbled, turning on her heel and walking out of the room.

But instead of heading home, Penny went to the kitchen for a drink.

"All this thinking made me thirsty." Opening the fridge, she raised her brows at the neatly stocked contents.

Even though no one lived there, the fridge was full. Penny wasn’t the only one stocking it—Wild and Yugi did too, since other employees kept eating their snacks from the shared pantry.

"Heh," Penny smirked, reaching for a bottle of orange juice. "This looks refreshing."

A mischievous giggle slipped out. She was pretty sure it was Yugi’s. She poured herself a glass. The juice was sweet and cold—but it didn’t quench her thirst. Instead, it made her throat a little hot. She set the glass down and reached for water instead.

"What is this orange juice?" she frowned, putting it back. "It has this weird aftertaste."

Shaking her head, she started to walk away. But after a few steps, she blinked, feeling slightly lightheaded. She tried to shake it off, but when her hand touched the main door’s knob, she stopped cold.

"Shit," she whispered. "It was Uncle Wild’s... not Yugi’s."