PAMPERED BY MY THREE BROTHERS: THE RETURN OF THE NEGLECTED HEIRESS Chapter 1388: I’ll be a good boss

"Wait! Miss Miller."

Patricia stopped in her tracks just as she stepped out of the building and turned to look at the person calling her. Rushing toward her was Shawn Lowie, the first applicant in their group.

"Oh, hey there!" Patricia smiled, raising her brows as she blinked at him. "What’s up?"

Shawn, a rather large guy, sighed as he offered Patricia a small smile. "About back there... thank you for what you said."

"Huh?" Patricia tilted her head. "What did I say?"

"I an, your recomndation," he clarified, his smile turning wry and almost apologetic. "I didn’t expect you to say my na. After I ssed up that third question, I was sure I didn’t have a chance anymore. But after everything you said... even if I don’t get a call back, I think I’ll be fine."

Patricia blinked. Then blinked again.

All she had done was say what she thought. To be honest, she hadn’t ant to encourage him—she had simply answered the question. And yet, looking at this big guy, she felt a strange tingling in her chest.

It wasn’t unpleasant.

Slowly, her smile widened until her teeth showed. "Hehe. Of course, you should thank ! Haha! I’m the only one who saw your talent, after all! Wahaha!"

"..."

Shawn nearly took a step back as Patricia erupted into a maniacal laugh. He had already thought she was a little... eccentric—if that was even the right word—but right now, she seed like a completely different person. Even so, he found himself smiling in relief.

At the end of the day, Patricia had given him hope, even if she wasn’t aware of it. Or rather, even if that wasn’t her intention.

"You’re blocking the way."

A sudden voice made them both turn. Teddy had just stepped out of the building, his usual composed deanor intact. Unlike the two of them, he didn’t linger—he simply marched ahead.

"Hey!" Patricia called after him. When he stopped and glanced back, she pointed at herself with a grin. "Aren’t you going to thank ?"

"Why would I thank you?"

She frowned. "He’s thanking for picking him, but I picked you first! That was nice of , wasn’t it?"

"..." Teddy simply stared at her before shaking his head and continuing on his way.

"Gosh..." Patricia clicked her tongue, pouting as she watched him go. "So ungrateful."

Beside her, Shawn nodded. "He’s a bit arrogant, yeah. But then again, he’s also really smart and brilliant. So, I guess that backs up his arrogance."

"Well, whatever." Patricia shrugged, then flashed him a smug smile. "Once I get a call back, I’ll call you, okay?"

"Oh..." Shawn hesitated. A small part of him still wanted the job, but he sighed faintly and shrugged. "I guess I’m not cut out for the role. But office work in the CEO’s office isn’t so bad."

"Hey," Patricia said, happily pointing to herself with her thumb. "Don’t feel bad. This secretarial job is ant for . It’s not about your qualifications or anything—it’s just fate."

"Oh... kay?"

"But don’t worry," she added, winking. "Once I’m hired, I’ll be a good boss to you."

For a second, Shawn was speechless. He wasn’t sure if it was because of Patricia’s absolute conviction that she’d get the job or because she didn’t seem the least bit worried.

"I’ll be praying that you get it," he said in the end, laughing awkwardly.

"You should! It’s a win for both of us!" Patricia bead, as if manifesting her success right then and there. Her smile stretched even wider as she thought about it.

Watching her sudden burst of excitent, Shawn furrowed his brows. "Miss Miller, you seem really happy."

"Of course I am," she said, smirking. "It feels like I did sothing really remarkable today. I’m not sure which one, though, because, well, I’m always amazing. But... hehe."

She paused, blushing. "...I’m really happy."

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So ti later...

[Pri Group: Penthouse]

Yugi strutted into the penthouse of the Pri Group building and spotted Penny lounging on the couch. She was idly resting her jaw on her knuckles, staring off into space. When she noticed him, she raised a brow.

"There are three girls in the bathroom," Yugi said, smacking his lips as he perched on the armrest of a chair, his gaze on Penny. "One of them was stuck in a stall. Turns out, the other two tried to lock Miss Rogers inside so she wouldn’t make it to the interview. But Patricia, who just so happened to be there, locked the two of them in instead."

"I reviewed the CCTV footage," he added with a shrug. "I disqualified the two who tried to sabotage their competition. We also gave Miss Rogers a chance, and surprisingly, she’s impressive. Hardworking, smart, and well-spoken. She’ll be good at handling short-tempered guys... like you."

Penny let out an airy laugh. "I know."

"You know she’s a good candidate? Or you know Patricia wasn’t wrong?" Yugi tilted his head. "Penny, just out of curiosity... did you know Patricia Miller would be able to answer that question—the one that only a few people got right?"

"Hmm." Penny humd, tapping her fingers as she thought. "She’s nosy, that woman. So, I’m not surprised if she spent her ti eavesdropping on conversations in the waiting room."

Yugi’s brows lifted. "Does this an... we got our pick?"

"You think that’s all it takes to replace you and Uncle Wild?" Penny narrowed her eyes, making Yugi chuckle.

"Alright, I’ll call them for the final interview," he said, standing. "Also, about that guy, Shawn Lowie."

"What about him?"

Yugi exhaled. "Honestly, I wasn’t impressed. If it were up to , I wouldn’t call him back. But I still need to hear your thoughts."

Penny pondered for a mont. "I’m curious about what Patricia sees in him. Give him a call... and put down the job ad. I’m satisfied with what we’ve seen so far. I don’t think we’ll find anyone better."

"Alright." Yugi nodded, about to leave before he turned back. "Penny, are you staying here tonight?"

"What makes you ask that?"

"That wine." He pointed at an unopened bottle on the mini bar. "It’s out. Which ans you’re thinking about drinking it."

A slow smirk curled Penny’s lips. "I haven’t decided. But I might."

"Are you sad? Or is this a drink for a celebration?"

"It’s a drink to hopefully rember sothing," she murmured. "Quite ironic, isn’t it?"

"It is." Yugi nodded before walking away. "Don’t drink too much."

As his figure disappeared, Penny’s smirk faded. Slowly, she turned her gaze to the bottle of wine.

"No matter how much I rack my brain, I just can’t rember everything," she whispered. "But the other ... might."