Chapter 398
“A stray dog with a nasty bite!”
“My, my. Trying to steal someone’s husband and break up their family, and then you have the nerve to call them vulgar, manipulative, and ugly?” Penelope couldn’t hold back any longer and stepped out from behind the hedge.
The grandfather and granddaughter were visibly startled. No matter how thick- skinned they were, being caught bad-mouthing someone was embarrassing. For origınal chapters go to.net
“What are you doing in my house?” Yvonne demanded, clearing her throat and scowling.
“Your father invited me.”
“Get out of my house this instant!”
“Is this how the Bishop family treats its guests? So much for a ‘distinguished family of a hundred years.””
“You”
“Yvonne, she is a guest. Do not be rude.” With the family’s reputation on the line, Hans, as the patriarch, had to step in.
Yvonne huffed. “I’ve got something in my eye. I’m going inside to wash it out.” She hopped off the wooden horse and stormed toward a small side door of the mansion.
“While you’re at it, Ms. Bishop, you might want to wash your face. Even if you don’t care about it, you shouldn’t let your filth get on others.”
“Penelope, you’re in my house! How dare you be so arrogant!”
“What’s so special about your house? Is it full of dogs?”
“You!”
“Dogs with a nasty bite?”
Yvonne stomped her foot in fury before disappearing inside.
Having dealt with Yvonne, Penelope turned to Hans.
“Mr. Hans Bishop, you are a senior figure, and I truly wanted to respect you. But talking about me behind my back like that is rather undignified for a man of your age, don’t you think?”
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“But it’s fine. I’ll admit I come from a ‘common background,’ that I’m ‘vulgar and manipulative.’ But you cant call me ugly that’s justa
blatant lie, isn’t it?” fo
The remark left Hans speechless. He could only take a deep, steadying breath.
“No wonder Ms. Bishop seems to have a skewed sense of right and wrong. She had an excellent teacher.”
“You
“You’re a wonderful grandfather. I was so moved watching you just now I almost cried. How could such a perfect grandfather exist? If your precious granddaughter were murder someone one day, would you praise her knife work?”
Penelope’s words finally pushed Hans over the edge. “As a junior, your lack of manners is appalling! It seems your parents failed to raise you properly!”
“It’s true, I didn’t have a grandfather to raise me. And I’m glad for it.”
“If I were your grandfather, I would despise a granddaughter like you! You have a detestable face and a detestable mouth. Everything about you is just… unlucky!” If I were your grandfather
Penelope gave a bitter, internal laugh. The words stung.
“My grandfather… is dead.”
Hans frowned. She said her grandfather was dead, but it sounded suspiciously like a curse directed at him.
Just then, Donald hurried out. He announced that he had personally cooked dinner and, after a brief hesitation, politely invited Penelope to stay and eat.
“Mrs. Stapleton is a person of high status. She doesn’t have time to eat with the likes of us,” Hans muttered sarcastically.
Penelope raised an eyebrow, looked at Donald, and smiled sweetly. “I’d love to.”
Donald was taken aback. He had fully expected her to decline. This was… complicated. The live broadcast from their home was meant to salvage, his reputation especially with a new film on the horizon. But with Penelope joining them for dinner, the meabwas likely to be… a train wreck.
“Well then, Ms. Laurier, this way, please,” Donald said, steeling himself.
With a confident and radiant smile, Penelope walked into the house and, under the
shocked gazes of the entire Bishop family, took a seat at the dining table.