Chapter 491
They met at a well-known club in Orenth. It looked opulent and glamorous from the outside, but the inside was a chaotic, smoke-filled den.
Rebecca had surely chosen this place for a reason, but Penelope wasn’t afraid.
When she entered the private room, Rebecca was already waiting.
Six years had passed, and Rebecca had changed. She wore a sharp, professional suit, adorned with luxury accessories. She held her chin high, projecting a carefully constructed “queen bee” persona that, admittedly, had a certain flair.
In contrast, Penelope was dressed casually in jeans, a turtleneck sweater, and a mid-length coat, her hair down and unadorned.
Seeing her simple attire, the smile on Rebecca’s face deepened.
“Penelope, it’s been years. You’ve changed so much.”
Penelope’s lip twitched. “Have I?”
“Don’t you think I’ve changed a lot, too?” Rebecca asked, narrowing her eyes.
Penelope shrugged. “Like you said, it’s been years. Everyone changes.”
“Don’t you find me familiar?”
“Familiar?”
Penelope frowned. What did she mean?
“Don’t you think I’m a lot like the old you?”
“Like what?”
“The old you a director at a major company, in charge of big projects, tough, decisive Aclassic successf woman. But there’s a difference between us. You looked down on everyone, whereas I respect each person I work with.”
Penelope looked at Rebecca again. So this was what she had been striving for all these years to become the person Penelope used to be? Even dressing this way to look more like her?
After sizing Rebecca up, Penelope said, “I would never hang so many different brands on myself. It looks like you’re a newly rich person, desperate to show off.”
The comment instantly darkened
Rebecca’s expression. “Penelope, at least I climbed
my way to this
position step by step, rivaling where
you once were. You, on the other
hand, are dressed in cheap
Clothe
looking sloppy, not even wearing
lipstick. You’ve completely let yourself go.”
Penelope looked at Rebecca with amusement. “Oh, it’s worse than that. I haven’t worked in six years. I’ve been living in a small town,
eating simple breakfasts, a net
basic
unch, and sometimes not even getting soup with it. I’ve stopped watching my figure. Oh, and I traded in my Maybach for a Volkswagen. And you’ll love this-just now, to save a few bucks on parking, I went out of my way to park in the free lot across the street.”
Rebecca wanted to hear that she was miserable and doing worse than her, so Penelope decided to indulge her.
Of course, Rebecca heard the sarcasm dripping from Penelope’s words, and her expression turned cold.
“Hmph, you deserve to be miserable!”
“I don’t think I’m miserable.”
“But you’ve fallen so low…”
“But I have money.”
That one sentence left Rebecca speechless. She might look glamorous on the surface, but did she have more money in her bank account than Penelope?
“What’s there to be proud of? You only have money because you divorced Theodore and took his. You didn’t earn it yourself!”
“That is my skill. Why don’t you try finding a rich man, marrying him, then divorcing him for a huge settlement?”