Chapter 620

But this same Marico, who seemed to fear nothing, was terrified of Theodore-a deep, bone-chilling fear.
“If your mouth stinks, keep it shut. You’ll offend people,” Theodore said coldly.
Marico immediately clamped his mouth shut and even demonstrated how tightly sealed it was, then tried to slip away.
Penelope quickly blocked his path. “You still haven’t told me what you and my father talked about on the phone.”
Marico pointed to his sealed lips, then at Theodore, then shook his head and hands, signaling that it wasn’t that he wouldn’t talk, but that Theodore wouldn’t let him.
Theodore sighed. “Whatever she asks you, you answer!”
Only then did Marico open his mouth, letting out a few breaths before speaking. “That day, Mr. Bishop did indeed call me. We talked about a lot of things.”
He paused deliberately.
Penelope waited anxiously for him to continue, but he intentionally remained silent.
Theodore narrowed his eyes. “Do I need to buy you a plane ticket and send you abroad?”
At this threat, Marico immediately straightened up. “Mr. Bishop asked if I had time to meet him for a meal or something. Since I’m marrying Yvonne, I guess the old man wanted to get to know his future son-in-law. But I really was busy at the time. I… I had just hooked up with this smoking hot woman, and we were working up a sweat.”
Penelope frowned. “That’s not right. You called my father, he didn’t call you! You’re lying!”
“He doesn’t have my private number. He called my secretary first, gave her his number, and asked her to have me call him back,” Marico explained.
Penelope still shook her head. “That doesn’t make sense either. He went to the trouble of finding your secretary’s number to have her relay a message, so why not just ask Yvonne for your number? That would have been much simpler.”
“Who knows.”
“He only mentioned meeting for a meal and nothing else?”
Marico thought for a moment, then a rapturous expression appeared on his face. “You have no idea how wild that woman was. She had me so worked up… ahem, I wasn’t in any state to chat with him. I’d already tossed the phone aside.”
Penelope really wanted to punch Marico. How could someone be so completely unreliable, so utterly devoid of a moral compass, so thoroughly vulgar?
What she couldn’t understand, however, was why Donald would arrange to meet with Marico at the same time he had arranged to meet with her. What on earth did he want to tell them? Comment
“Young masters, Ms. Laurier, the master requests your presence downstairs for dinner,” a servant announced from outside.
Penelope was disappointed that she hadn’t gotten any useful information from Marico.
“I’ll be leaving then,” she said to Theodore.
Theodore frowned. “Didn’t you hear? You were asked to come down for dinner.”
“It’s your family dinner. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to be there, would it?”
“Suit yourself!” With that, Theodore stormed out with a cold expression.
Marico clicked his tongue. “My
cousin’s still so stubborn. He wants
you to stay for dinner bust
say D But he’s angry now. Are you sure you dare to leave?” Content teave?”
Penelope found this amusing. “Why wouldn’t I dare?”
“Well, I wouldn’t dare.”
“That’s you.”
Marico sighed dramatically. “It must be nice to be loved. You can get
away with anything. If I dared
disobey him and make him angry, he’d have me on a plane to exiles Overseas in a heartbeat.”
Penelope considered slipping out the back, but when she reached the door, she saw
the servant was still there.
“Ms. Laurier, the master invites you to join them for dinner.”
Was she waiting specifically for her?
With no escape, Penelope had no choice but to brace herself and head downstairs.