Chapter 224
“Penelope, I’ve been waiting for you all morning! Where have you been?”
Penelope arched an eyebrow at Susan and the trailing Rebecca. “What do you want?”
Susan wrung her hands. “Look… I really didn’t mean to hit your car the other day. Do you think… you could let me off the hook for the payment?”
Penelope tilted her head, studying her. “You were so smug before. What happened? Can’t afford to pay, so the attitude’s gone?”
“That was… just a misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding?” Penelope scoffed. “You paid Rebecca that much to falsely accuse me of stealing your phone that was a misunderstanding? You threatened to make my dad kneel to you in the snow—that was a misunderstanding? You went around school calling me a homewrecker-that was a misunderstanding?”
“I
“Honestly, where do you get the nerve to ask me to let you go?”
“I was wrong! I’m apologizing, okay?”
“Please! An apology from you isn’t worth a damn cent, not even if you got on your knees. I’d be more worried about you dirtying my driveway!”
“Penelope, I’ve apologized! Don’t push it!”
“Oh, I’m pushing it. What are you going to do about it?”
Rebecca frowned. “Penelope, we were classmates for four years. Have some decency. That’s enough.”
“You shut up. If she’s the one stirring the pot, you’re the crap at the bottom. Come to
think of it, if you hadn’t misled her, none of this would have happened!”
“That’s a horrible thing to say!” Rebecca’s face flushed with anger.
“You two really are perfect for each other. Two peas in a pod, cut from the same
cloth. The same brand of shameless, bottom-feeding, morally bankrupt, backstabbing, soulless scum!”
Penelope’s tirade left both of them speechless and pale.
“What’s so great about you? Those two sports cars aren’t even yours
“They belong to my husband.”
Rebecca and Susan gasped in unison. “You have a husband?” Ná´‡w novel chapters are publɪshed on.net
Penelope put on a smug expression. “That’s right. And my husband happens to be one of the most
powerful men in Orenth. He’s nomet
only handsome and rich, but he’s absolutely devoted to me. We’re getting married on the twenty-sixth of this month at The Old Wer. Since we were classmates-but not really friends-I won’t be inviting you.”
“The twenty-sixth?” Rebecca thought for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Zebulon and I are getting married on the twenty-sixth. Are you still dreaming that the Sullivan family will kick me to the curb and take you back?”
“You’re the one who’s dreaming. I’m not a recycling bin for trash. Why would I ever want a garbage man like Zebulon?”
“You’re the garbage, you
“The twenty-sixth, at The Old Weir?” Susan cut Rebecca off. “The only son of the Johnson family, the heir to the Zenith Group, is getting married on the twenty-sixth at The Old Weir!”
She stared at Penelope, her face dripping with sarcasm. “You’re not going to tell us you’re marrying Theodore Stapleton, are you?”
“And what if I am?” Penelope smiled coyly.
When she didn’t deny it, they both erupted in laughter.
“You’ve really got some nerve. We’re talking about the crown prince of the Zenith Group, the man every woman dreams of marrying. You? What makes you think you’re worthy?”
Susan was laughing so hard she had to bend over, and Rebecca was clutching her sides.
“Penelope, I know you’re upset because Zebulon and I are getting married. You went out and bought a wedding dress and a diamond ring, and now you’re making up this story about marrying someone else to save face. That’s ridiculous enough, but saying you’re marrying the Theodore Stapleton?”
Rebecca shook her head. “He’s the moon in the sky. You can’t even reach him.”