Chapter 263

Penelope couldn’t speak, but she could certainly act.
She grabbed Michael and landed two sharp kicks.
On the drive back to the city, Michael was delirious with fever, but he was still defiant.
“Just you wait until I’m better! I’m going to challenge you to a duel!”
Penelope ignored him, instead making a video call to Mr. Johnson.
Neither she nor Theodore had returned last night, and she figured the old man hadn’t slept a wink.
Mr. Johnson answered quickly. Penelope smiled and waved at him before turning the camera to Theodore.
“Oh, son, are you hurt? What happened? Is it serious? Where are you now?”
“It’s nothing, don’t overthink it,” Theodore said with a frown. Dıscover more novels at
“Something must have happened. Tell your father.”
“Alright, that’s enough. I’m hanging up.”
Theodore pushed the phone away, clearly unwilling to say another word.
Penelope sighed. Theodore had always been like this with his father, and she didn’t know why.
Fearing the old man would be upset, she quickly turned the camera back to herself, but Mr. Johnson was beaming.
“As long as everyone is safe, nothing else is a big deal.”
Penelope smiled and nodded, giving him a thumbs-up.
“Penelope, why aren’t you saying anything?”
Penelope pointed to her throat, indicating that she had lost her voice.
“You must have been worried sick. Come back quickly! I have an old family remedy.
I guarantee you’ll drink one bowl and your voice will be good as new.”
Penelope’s eyes lit up. That would be wonderful. The last thing she wanted was to sound like this at her wedding.
Theodore chimed in from the side, “I’d advise you not to trust any of his so-called remedies.”
Wasn’t it trustworthy?
Penelope thought for a moment. It was medicine, after all, so a little caution was probably wise.
After returning to the city, Theodore went to the office to tie up some loose ends before the wedding. Michael took himself to the hospital, and Penelope returned to her villa. She needed to move the last of her things to the Johnson estate; she wouldn’t be living here anymore.
The Sullivan family home was surrounded by cars. The house was adorned with festive decorations and banners, bustling with activity.
A couple got out of a car, the woman complaining as they walked.
“The wedding was set for the day after tomorrow. Why did they suddenly change it to tomorrow? What a hassle!”
“I heard the president of the Zenith Group is getting married the day after tomorrow.” “What’s that got to do with Zebulon?”
“His family received an invitation. They have to attend that wedding, so they moved their own up by a day.”
“My goodness, what a joke. Changing your own wedding date just to attend someone else’s.”
“The Stone Group has been having one problem after another. It’s understandable that they’d want to latch onto a big ship like the Zenith Group.”
As the couple went inside, Penelope felt a mix of amusement and disbelief.
So, the entire Sullivan family would be attending her wedding the day after tomorrow.
Fine by her. She would give them a surprise they’d never forget.
When she got home, Penelope immediately sensed something was wrong. A window on the west side of the first floor was open-a window she rarely used there were footprints on the floor.
Had there been a break-in?
Penelope rushed upstairs to check for any missing valuables. After a quick scan, she realized a painting was gone.
It was her mother’s painting, the one she had bought years ago and treasured ever since.
She quickly pulled up the security footage, rewinding until she found the thief.
She watched as the man climbed through the window, ran straight upstairs, and rummaged around until he found the painting. A triumphant smile spread across hig face.

Penelope’s fists clenched. Without a moment’s hesitation, she headed for the Sullivan house.
“Penelope, what are you doing here? Hey, what are you—”
Sensing trouble from her demeanor, Luna instinctively tried to block her path but was roughly pushed aside.
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