Chapter 191

With the wedding only a few days away, the Johnson household was bustling with activity. Penelope had spent the entire day there, thinking that with a wedding planner and household staff, she wouldn’t be needed. But once she got involved, the day flew by in a whirlwind of tasks, leaving her without even a moment to drink a glass of water.
Mr. Johnson and Mr. Anderson had gone fishing early that morning, planning to return after dinner.
By evening, Penelope was finally taking a breather when Michael called. He said a few friends were getting together and wanted her to join.
“I don’t know, I think I’ll pass,” she said. What would she do while they were all drinking?
“Come on, we’re all bringing dates. Theodore’s the only one without one. It’ll be awkward for him.”
“Oh. Well, in that case, okay.”
“Don’t bother calling him; he’s in a meeting. Just come on over. He’ll be here as soon as he’s done.” Official source ıs.net
“Alright.”
Not thinking much of it, Penelope drove to the address Michael had given her, which turned out to be an upscale private club.
She went inside and took the elevator to the third floor.
As the doors opened, she saw a tall man in a black shirt trying to shove a woman
in a pink dress into a stairwell. The woman was clearly resisting, clinging to the doorframe as he pushed her relentlessly.
“Come on, brother, give me a break! I’m not going in there! I’m scared!” the woman pleaded, her voice hoarse with fear.
“You’re going whether you like it or not. The guys are all waiting for you.”
“Don’t do this! You guys will be the death of me!”
“Hmph. You’re not getting away tonight.”
“Help me!”
“No one’s coming to save you.”
Penelope looked around, but the hallway was empty. She didn’t want to get involved, but she couldn’t just stand by and let this happen.
“Let her go!”
She rushed forward and grabbed the man’s arm. As he instinctively tried to shake her off, she twisted it sharply behind his back.
“Hiss!” The man winced in pain and turned to see who had attacked him. He was shocked to find it was a
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His face flushed with anger and embarrassment. He tried to retaliate, but Penelope kicked him hard.
The kick came dangerously close to a sensitive area, and the man gasped.
“Who… who are you? What do you want?”
“Just righting a wrong when I see one.”
“What?”
“This isn’t some lawless back alley
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As the man raised a finger to point at her, Penelope raised her fist. “Want another round?”
Suddenly, the disheveled woman burst out laughing, slapping the doorframe in hysterics.
“You son of a bitch, what are you laughing at?” the man in the black shirt yelled, turning his anger on her. But it wasn’t a her…
The laughter was deep and boisterous, far too rough for a woman. Then he pushed his long hair back, revealing a chiseled, stubbled face bursting with testosterone.
The shocking combination was instantly recognizable. It was Simon, one of Theodore’s childhood friends from the mahjong game.
“It’s… pfft… a misunderstanding!” Simon choked out between laughs. “He’s a friend of mine. We just happened to run into each other, and he’s trying to drag me to his party can’t go; those guys are all heavyweights. If I go with them, I’ll be crawling out on my hands and knees.”

After explaining to Penelope, he turned back to the man in black. “Dude, you just
got your ass handed to you by a woman.”
“I wasn’t ready! Let’s go again!”
“Are you suicidal?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Do you know who she is?”
“I don’t care if she’s the devil himself, I’m gonna teach her a lesson!”
“She’s not the devil,” Simon said with a grin. “She’s the devil’s wife.”
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