Chapter 626

“You did call him. I have proof.”
Jack’s eyes darted around before he shot to his feet.
“What are you implying? That I had something to do with Donald’s accident?”
Penelope narrowed her eyes. “Did I say that?”
“Sounds like you’re giving yourself away, don’t you think?”
A vicious look crossed Jack’s face. “You want to know what I told him? Fine. I’ll tell you. Follow me!”
With that, Jack stood up and staggered outside.
The restaurant owner tried to stop him to pay the bill, but Jack just shoved him aside like a hooligan.
“Think I’m broke? Put it on my tab!”
The owner sighed in frustration but let him go.
Penelope followed him out. Seeing Jack turn down a deserted alley, she grew wary but kept following.
Sure enough, after a short distance, Jack suddenly whipped a pocketknife out of his pocket and lunged at her.
Because she was prepared, Penelope quickly stepped back, dodging the attack. “Jack, so my father’s accident really did have something to do with you!”
“Since you tracked me down, you must be onto me. I can’t let you leave here alive! Let me tell you, your father got in that accident because of something I told him!”
Penelope frowned. “What did you tell him?”
“Come closer, and I’ll tell you!”
Penelope knew, of course, that Jack had no intention of telling her anything. Still, she cautiously approached him. Just as she got near, she lunged, planning to subdue him. But she didn’t notice that Jack had grabbed an iron pipe from a corner and was swinging it straight at her head.
Just then, two tall men in suits rushed in and kicked Jack away.
Penelope caught her breath and
quickly told the men to grab him. But Jack, realizing he couldn’t kill her, turned and fled the two men gave chase, but returned a short while later, reporting that Jack had been taken away by another group of people.

Penelope felt a pang of frustration. She should have been better prepared before confronting him.
“By the way, who are you?” she asked.
As the words left her mouth, Harold came running over.
“Ms. Laurier, are you alright?”
Seeing him, Penelope understood. The bodyguards were Theodore’s men.
“Mr. Stapleton asked me to send two bodyguards to protect you. We had just arrived downstairs at your apartment when we saw you speed offi
in your car, so we followed you immediately.”
Penelope thought of Theodore’s ‘I’I never forgive you’ attitude earlier that evening yet he had still sent people to protect her. It was impossible not to be moved.
“Harold, thank you. But Jack got away. You have to help me find him.”
Harold nodded. “I understand. That won’t be difficult. Expect my call tomorrow.” “Okay.”
Penelope didn’t refuse the bodyguards’ protection. A weasel like Jack was unpredictable and could try anything. A little protection was a good idea.
Back home, Penelope thought for a moment and sent Theodore a text: Thank you. After sending it, she realized he still had her blocked.
…
The next morning, Penelope was woken up by her phone. She picked it up and saw
it was Harold calling.
She hadn’t expected him to move this fast. Penelope quickly sat up and answered the call.
“Did you find Jack?”
“He’s dead.”
“Dead?”
“The police initially think he got drunk and drowned in a roadside pond.”