Chapter 130

“Oh, I wonder when Rebecca will ever have a house this big and beautiful,” Mrs. Winters sighed wistfully.
“When she gets married, her husband can buy one for her.”
“Let’s just hope her husband isn’t seduced by some vixen who spends all his money.”
Penelope’s lips twitched. Was that a dig at her? If they were going by who came first, she and Zebulon had been together for years. If anyone was the vixen, it was Rebecca.
“I’m heading to the mall later. If you’re free, you could come with me.”
“Oh, I’d love to! I’ve always wanted to see how the rich shop.”
Playing along, Penelope said, “I don’t have any money, but my husband does.”
“Yes, you certainly found yourself a good husband,” Mrs. Winters said, her voice dripping with envy.
After breakfast, Penelope was heading upstairs to change when the doorbell rang. She opened it to find Theodore’s driver, Larry. He handed her a set of car keys and pointed to a red Porsche parked at the curb, explaining that Theodore had sent it over for her.
She figured it was because she had forgotten her medicine the night before; he wanted to make it easier for her to get to her appointments. Everything for the baby. His goal had always been crystal clear, just as hers was. Penelope accepted the keys without protest.
When she came back downstairs, she found Mrs. Winters circling the Porsche.
“Get in,” Penelope said, opening the passenger door for her.
Mrs. Winters’s eyes were practically green with envy. “Your husband bought you this, too?”
Penelope nodded. “He did.”
“My goodness, isn’t he afraid of going broke?” Mrs. Winters lamented, as if the money were coming from her own pocket.
Penelope found it amusing. “Why are you so worried about my husband buying me a car?” ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by
“I just think you young people should be more frugal.”
“Don’t worry. He can afford it.”
With the wedding approaching,
Penelope did have things to buy. She took Mrs. Winters to Orenth’s most
luxurious mall and began to shop,
floor by floor. Soon, she had
acco pairs of
three bags of clothes
two handbags and
shoes.
Mrs. Winters followed her, her jaw dropping as she heard the
prices-thousands for a dress or a pair of shoes, tens or even hundreds of thousands for a handbag. е Penelope didn’t even blink, simply swiping her card for anything she liked. Mrs. Winters was both flabbergasted and consumed by jealousy. Aff of this should have. belonged to her daughter. Since Rebecca and Zebulon were legally married, Penelope was technically spending their marital assets.
Realizing this, Mrs. Winters grabbed Penelope’s arm. “I’m… I’m tired. Let’s find a place to rest.”
Penelope knew exactly what was going through her mind. “Good idea,” she said with a nod. “I’m craving that steakhouse on the top floor.”
She led Mrs. Winters to the restaurant and ordered for both of them. When Mrs. Winters heard the prices, she shot up from her seat.
“What is wrong with you? How can you spend other people’s money so freely? You… you
Penelope feigned confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“You can’t just throw money around like this! It’s not your money!”
A faint smirk played on Penelope’s lips. She would never spend Zebulon’s money.
Every penny she spent now was her own. “What’s my husband’s is mine.”
“He’s not even yours, so his money certainly isn’t.”
“What did you just say?”
“I Mrs. Winters froze, remembering the Sullivans’ warning. If she told Penelope
the truth, they would demand the million dollars back and force Zebulon to divorce Rebecca. “I… I was just joking.”
Penelope raised an eyebrow. “Hilarious.”
As they were leaving, Penelope said
she was going to the restroom. When she picked up her purse, she deliberately let a credit card fall to the floor. She saw Mrs Winters glance around before stealthily scooping it up and slipping it into her own bag.