Chapter 454

A faint smirk touched Penelope’s lips as she kicked out, sending Mrs. Bishop

sprawling to the ground.

“Ow, my back!” Mrs. Bishop cried out in pain.

“Penelope!” Yvonne, her eyes red with fury, prepared to charge as well.

Penelope settled into a fighting stance and beckoned to her.

“Come on, then.”

“Yvonne, don’t fight her head-on! Go get help!” Hans shouted from the floor.

Yvonne regained some of her senses and was about to run outside, but then she saw Penelope, completely unfazed, calmly take a seat on the sofa.

“Go ahead and call for help. I won’t be the one who ends up embarrassed.”

Yvonne snorted. “Just you wait!”

As Yvonne started to leave, Hans suddenly changed his mind and called her back.

“Grandpa, are we really going to let her get away with this?”

It wasn’t fear that stopped Hans, but a sudden, dawning realization.

“You… you’re not here to take possession of the house, are you? We had an agreement…”

“So you do remember. I was beginning to think you’d gone senile and forgotten.” Hans had Yvonne help him to his feet, and he strode over to Penelope.

“The agreement was that although the house was transferred to your name, you couldn’t kick us out as long as we chose to live here!”

It was only because Penelope had agreed to that condition that he had signed the papers.

He had assumed that the Bishops would live here for generations, rendering Penelope’s ownership nothing more than a useless piece of paper as long as they never left.

“What? Grandpa, you signed the house over to her?” Yvonne exclaimed in shock. “She forced my hand at the time,” Hans said grimly.

“But you couldn’t just give it to her! This is the Bishop family’s ancestral home! It’s supposed to go to Yvonne!” Mrs. Bishop, her back. miraculously no longer hurting

hurned over to demand andel

explanation.

“If I hadn’t, she would have ruined my reputation! What choice did I have?” Hans said, his voice laced with resentment.

“I can confirm that. He really had no choice but to sign it over,” Penelope said with feigned sincerity, which only made her sound more arrogant.

“Penelope, have you no shame? You’re not a Bishop, why should you get our house? Give it back!” Mrs. Bishop yelled.

“I should be asking if you have any shame. You think you can just take a house from me for free? Who do you think you are? I’d rather sell it, o even give it to a random person on the street, than let a pack of animals like you have it.”

Penelope’s words made the veins bulge on the Bishops’ foreheads, but they were left speechless.

She crossed her legs, looking even more triumphant and defiant.

“So, it’s not a matter of you allowing me into the Bishop family. It’s a matter of me generously allowing you to stay here!”

After that exchange, the three of them were too enraged to utter another word.

The insults they had endured were for nothing, the beatings were for nothing, and now they had to watch as Penelope surveyed herterritory before leaving with a casual wave

“Grandpa, are we just supposed to swallow this?” Yvonne asked, unwilling to accept defeat.

Hans gritted his teeth. “I’ll make her pay for this!”

Penelope, unconcerned about any potential retaliation, was heading for the door

when she ran into Donald, who was just returning.

His face lit up when he saw her.

“Penelope, you’re home?”

Her feelings toward him were a tangled mess she couldn’t sort out. “I was just leaving.”

“Penelope, would you come somewhere with me?”

“Mr. Bishop…”

“I promise, you’ll be pleasantly surprised!”

Under Donald’s almost pleading gaze, Penelope’s resolve softened for a moment,

and she agreed.

“Alright.”