Chapter 188
“You… you’re saying you don’t love me anymore?”
“That’s right. How could I possibly love a man who betrayed me? Now, when I look at you, all I feel is disgust.”
“You find me disgusting? And you’re so pure? You only got with me in the first place because you found out my family was rich! You bought me things, supported me-you were just throwing yourself at me!”
Penelope raised an eyebrow. “Are you done?”
“If you still want to marry me, if you want our wedding to happen and to keep being a wealthy man’s wife, you will give this project to Stone Group. Otherwise… I will make sure you lose everything!”
Zebulon finished with a triumphant, snarling grin. In that moment, he was certain he finally had her cornered.
But Penelope just scoffed at him. She pulled out her phone and made a call. “Nathan, it’s me. I want you to sign the contract with LUNA Group. Right now. Yes,
I am absolutely sure. The mall project goes to them.”
“No! Absolutely not! You’re insane!” Mr. Sullivan lunged for her phone, but she sidestepped him.
“Am I the one who’s insane, or are you?” Penelope’s voice boomed. “You really think you can control me? Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Penelope!” Zebulon truly snapped. He swung his fist at her head.
As Penelope dodged, she shot out a kick, aiming straight for his groin.
“Agh!” The blow sent Zebulon crashing to his knees in agony.
“Zebulon!” Rebecca, who had been watching from the yard, rushed in. “Penelope, you bitch! How dare you hit my husband!”
“I’m not just going to hit him. I’m going to hit you, too.”
Penelope grabbed Rebecca and delivered a sharp, stinging slap across her face.
Rebecca stumbled back, caught by Mrs. Winters just as she was about to fall.
“You dare hit my daughter? I’ll kill you!”
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Mrs. Winters and Mrs. Sullivan charged at Penelope together, claws out, looking like they wanted to tear her to shreds.
But Penelope stood her ground. She grabbed one, kicked the other, and then threw the first one to the ground. In two swift moves both old women were groaning on the floor.
“This is unacceptable! You’ve completely lost it!”
Mr. Sullivan, now came at her, hand raised to strike. Zebulon, having recovered slightly, scrambled to his feet and joined the fray The two older women, gritting their teeth, got up and circled behind her.
It was four against one. They had abandoned all pretense of dignity.
Penelope rolled up her sleeves and went for Zebulon first. But the two women behind her grabbed her, one pulling her shirt, the other yanking her hair, immobilizing her. Seizing the opportunity, Mr Sullivankkicked
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These four were harder to fight than a gang of thugs. At least thugs had some code of conduct. This family fought dirty, scratching, pulling, and even biting.
Just then, Timothy arrived. Seeing the chaotic scene, he slammed his bike to the ground and sprinted over.
Without a word, he yanked Zebulon away and smashed a fist into his face. Mr. Sullivan, instinctively trying to protect his son, caught a punch for his troubles as well.
With only the two older women left, Penelope easily dispatched them, each with a swift kick that sent them sprawling.
But they weren’t done. After a moment, all four staggered back to their feet and lunged at her again. The brawl descended into a chaotic two-on-four melee.