Chapter 452
With the accounts seemingly settled, Mr. Stapleton Sr. awoke from his nap and emerged from the bedroom, yawning.
“That nap made me hungry again.”
The old man sat down and helped himself to a piece of lamb.
“Dad, Theodore almost burned Marico alive! You can’t just ignore this!” Steven protested, still fuming.
His father ignored him and turned to Penelope.
“Penelope, your handling of this crisis was outstanding! Come, I’d like to toast you!”
Mr. Stapleton Sr. poured himself a glass of wine, while Theodore poured Penelope a glass of juice.
Penelope stood and clinked her glass with his. “Thank you for trusting me, Grandpa.”
Mr. Stapleton Sr. smiled. “I trust Carson’s judgment, and my grandson’s. They both chose you, so I knew you’d be remarkable. And you’ve certainly proven it.”
Dinner had been a rollercoaster, but regardless of everyone else’s turmoil, Penelope had eaten well and felt perfectly content.
After being repeatedly refused, the Bishop Group finally buckled and issued an apology to the Zenith Group. They released the full story behind the robot incident, but this only drew public ire for their failure to respond immediately.
The story of the boy and Mico had concluded, but its popularity continued to reach new heights. Timothy was even invited to appear on a variety show. He was reluctant, but he agreed to do it for the company’s publicity.
Besides, the appearance fee was high enough to cover a down payment on a house.
One day, Penelope finally found some free time. It was time to deal with the Bishop family.
The renovations at the Bishop manor were nearly complete, and workers were moving in the newly purchased furniture. When she arrived, Mrs. Bishop was directing them as they carried a custom-ordered sofa from abroad into the house.
“Be careful with that! This sofa set cost a fortune!”
Hearing how expensive it was, the workers became even more cautious, terrified of scratching it.
After instructing them, she turned and saw Penelope approaching, her brow immediately furrowing.
“What are you doing here? You’re not welcome!”
A small smile played on Penelope’s lips. She ignored Mrs. Bishop and glanced at
the sofa, clicking her tongue.
“I don’t like this sofa,” she declared.
Mrs. Bishop scoffed. “I don’t care if you like it or not! Are you lost? This is the Bishop manor, my house, not yours!”
Penelope called out to the workers,
“Could you please stop Deat
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back
out later.
belongs to swnovers
The workers froze, looking back and forth between Penelope and Mrs. Bishop, unsure of who to obey.
“Penelope Are you insane? How
many
do I have to tell you, this
is me! You have no right to
O here!”
give orders
Mrs. Bishop’s fury only seemed to amuse Penelope further.
She walked inside, looking around at the newly decorated rooms and shaking her head again.
“This style is so gaudy and over-the-top, it looks like new money. All the elegance of an old family is gone.”
“What right do you have to critique my home’s decor? You…”
“You must have been the one to pick all this out.”
“You… get out of my house right now!”
Ignoring her, Penelope walked into the living room. Seeing a large vase on a wooden stand next to the sofa, she suddenly felt an itch in her hands.
She walked over to it, just as Yvonne and Hans came in from outside.
Her pupils contracted. Then, with a swift motion, she swept the large vase off the stand.
With a loud crash, the vase shattered into a thousand pieces on the floor…