Chapter 153

“No matter what, he was still your father!” Mr. Lancaster cried out, his voice filled with anguish.
Penelope scoffed. “I’m not his biological daughter.”
“He raised you!”
“My mother raised me!”
“You-you ungrateful wretch!”
Penelope feigned a wounded expression and called out to Theodore, who was standing a short distance away. “Honey, he’s insulting me!”
In a perfectly timed response, Theodore dropped his cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his heel.
“My husband’s message is clear,” Penelope announced smugly. “If you say one more word, he’ll make sure none of you can make a living in Orenth.”
Gina Lancaster couldn’t hold back any longer. “You’re just a dog throwing… I mean, you’re just throwing your weight around!”
“An excellent choice of words. I am throwing my weight around. What are you going to do about it?” Penelope shot back, her expression one of pure delight.
To protect Chasel’s job, the Lancasters had no choice but to concede. Moving a grave was a significant undertaking, but it could be done quickly when properly motivated. With grim faces, they each grabbed a shovel and, before long, had unearthed Lucien’s urn.
The moment she saw the box, memories she had forcibly buried surged to the surface.
“I’m not your father! You’re the bastard your mother had with some stranger!”
“You dare run from me? I’ll beat you to death!”
“Take off your clothes
Penelope fought to pull herself out of the past, her eyes turning red. She gasped for air, her body swaying as if it might collapse. In the next instant, Theodore was there, pulling her into a firm, grounding embrace.
Clutching Lucien’s urn, the Lancasters scurried away. Penelope took a few moments to compose herself, then turned to Theodore with a triumphant smile.
“Wasn’t I amazing?”
Theodore gently kissed her forehead. “Amazing,” he agreed with a soft laugh.
A thought occurred to Penelope, and she giggled. “They wanted to say I was acting like a dog backed by a powerful master, but they didn’t dare.”
“Are you a dog?”
“Woof, woof!”
Theodore laughed out loud. “From now on, if anyone bothers you, just bite them. I’ve got your back.”
“Oh, honey! You’re the best!” Penelope cooed.
“Call me master.”
“Master, I want a kiss!”
“My tastes aren’t that exotic. Get off.”
Penelope wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest, and laughed for a long, long time. She had finally driven Lucien away her mother could finally rest peace and the heavy stone that had been weighing on her heart was finally gone. She felt vindicated.
After paying their respects to her mother, they left the cemetery. Penelope had another appointment, so she didn’t go home with Theodore, heading straight to a pre-booked restaurant instead.
When she arrived, she immediately spotted a familiar face sitting by the window and walked over with a smile.
“Mr. Temple, what a coincidence.”
Mr. Temple, a key client from her time at Stone Group, stood up to greet her. The two of them were well-acquainted.
“Ms. Laurier, it’s been a while.”
“Please, sit down,” Penelope said. “You must be meeting someone. I won’t disturb you.” Get full chapters from ~net
“I’m the one being met,” Mr. Temple said, shaking his head. “And I’ve been waiting for nearly half an hour.”
Penelope clicked her tongue. “That’s incredibly unprofessional.”
“Well, he’s a big shot, I suppose. The son of the owner of Stone Group.”
Penelope was taken aback. The person Mr. Temple was waiting for was Zebulon. After she left, it made sense that her most important clients would be reassigned, and one of Mr Temple’s caliber would faft to Zebulon. But making a client wait like this was inexcusable.
“Stone Group just hasn’t been the same since you left,” Mr. Temple said with a
cold sneer.
Penelope saw n no reason to defend
Stone Group or Zebulon. After a few more pleasantries, she went to her own table. She didn’t have to wait long before her guest, Mrs. York, arrived Mrs. York was the wife of the owner of the appliance superstore that KINY Group wanted to acquire. It had taken several connections to finally get a meeting with her.
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