Chapter 638

In that moment, Penelope became the undeniable center of attention.

Yvonne seethed. “Grandpa, she went too far!”

“Stay calm!” Hans took a deep breath. “She has Theodore backing her, but don’t forget, your fiancé is also a Stapleton-and the legitimate heir of the Stapleton

family.”

Yvonne was only then reminded of Marico, but a quick scan of the room revealed he wasn’t there.

“He… didn’t come today.”

Hans snorted. “That bastard. If he weren’t the only Stapleton grandson and Theodore’s most powerful rival, I would never have let you get engaged to him.”

Yvonne clenched her fists. “I’ll call him right now!”

“Tell him to get here immediately! We can’t let Penelope steal all the spotlight!”

“Okay.”

Yvonne hurried outside to make the call, while back inside, guests had started to gather around Penelope. She smiled and chatted with them, polite and composed, neither arrogant nor subservient.

With Theodore standing beside her, no one dared to give her a hard time, and she handled the conversations with ease.

After dealing with a wave of guests, Penelope followed Theodore to a quiet corner. “So you also suspect that Yvonne isn’t my dad’s daughter, but the child of Judy’s affair with Jack?” Penelope asked urgently.

Theodore frowned. “Do you think I could be certain?”

“Huh?”

“It’s just a suspicion.”

Penelope pressed her lips together. “Well, now that Jack’s dead, there’s no way to prove he and Judy had an affair.”

Theodore snorted. “Aren’t you supposed to be clever? Can’t you figure something out yourself?”

“What am I supposed to do, dig Jack up from his grave?”

“He was cremated.”

“See? What else can I do?”

Penelope pouted, but she knew

someone as calculating as Theodore must have had a

plan Her eyes darted around before she put on a pitiful, helpless act.

“I’m all alone now. The Bishop family won’t accept me, my father’s fighting for his life, and i’m just a

weak woman with no power or connections. Who can I rely on but you…”

“Don’t. You and I are done.”

“An ex-wife is still a kind of family.”

Theodore narrowed his eyes. “So now you realize I’m useful. Back when we got divorced…”

He stopped, biting down hard. Any more and he’d sound like a jilted lover.

“Anyway, you’re the only one who can help me!” Penelope’s face hardened as she resorted to being stubborn.

Theodore took a deep breath. His

presence here tonight was already a

statement of his support. All he wanted was a few nice words from her, and he would help. But she refused to say them, choosing to be. difficult instead. She was still the same Penelope, impossible for

anyone to control.

After a moment of silence, Theodore finally gave in and nodded to Harold, who was standing by the door.

Harold trotted over and handed a file folder to Penelope.

“What’s in here?” Penelope asked.

Harold’s only job was to deliver the folder; he trotted away as soon as he had.

Penelope opened the folder, confused, and pulled out a sealed plastic bag containing a lock of hair.

“What is this?”

“Jack’s hair.”

Hearing this, Penelope’s hand trembled.

“How… how did you get this?”

Theodore snorted. “I have my ways. You don’t need me to tell you what to do next,

do you?”

What to do next?

An idea immediately sparked in Penelope’s mind. She looked over at Yvonne.

“Leave the rest to me!”