Chapter 503

That afternoon, Penelope arranged to meet Rebecca outside her villa.
Rebecca arrived looking smug, clearly assuming Penelope had been beaten, had finally caved, and was ready to hand over the house.
“If you had just given in earlier, things wouldn’t have gotten so ugly between us,” Rebecca said. She was dressed in a sharp business suit, her makeup flawless, her lipstick bright and bold, exuding an air of confident defiance.
She couldn’t help but smile as she spoke, adopting the posture of a victor.
Penelope just looked at her own villa. “Is my stuff really that great? Do you want it that badly?”
“Your stuff is great, and yes, I really do want it. And I got it with my own abilities.” Rebecca also looked at the villa, her eyes shining with unconcealed excitement. “I finally have my own house in Orenth. Of course, it’s all thanks to you, my old friend, so I sincerely thank you.”
“Rebecca, things that aren’t yours will eventually be lost, even if you use despicable means to get them.”
“As long as I have the ability to get it, I won’t let it slip out of my hands.”
Penelope looked at Rebecca and let out a cold sneer.
Rebecca thought she was just being a sore loser and pursed her lips. “You screwed me over so badly before. All I’m asking for is one villa. That’s not too much. And I promise, as long as you give me the villa, I’ll never cause trouble for you again. Our scores will be settled.”
“Just one villa?”
She said it so casually, as if Penelope owed it to her.
Just then, Mrs. Sullivan came out. Seeing Penelope, she assumed she was there to kick them out and rushed over to plead with her.
“Penelope, we really have nowhere else to go. Please have a heart and let us stay here a little longer. We promise we’ll find a new place as soon as we can. We’ll move out as soon as we find one.”
Rebecca shot Mrs. Sullivan a glare. “Why are you begging her? This villa is going to be mine!”
Mrs. Sullivan froze. “So she’s really going to give you the villa? You actually got it?” “Hmph!”
Mrs. Sullivan’s eyes darted back and forth. At first, she didn’t believe it, but when she saw Penelope remained silent, she assumed it was true. Her expression immediately
turned to one of pure joy She.
abandoned Penelope and ran to
Rebecca’s side.

“Rebecca, you really are something! This villa is ours! No one can ever kick us out again!”
“This is wonderful, just wonderful!”
“We have a home! We have a house now!”
Watching Mrs. Sullivan’s ecstatic display, Penelope’s mouth twisted into a wry smile.
Just a few days ago, she was admitting her past mistakes, sincerely begging for forgiveness, and putting on such a pitiful act. was alba lie. They were truly a pair, completely devoid of any moral compass.
“The villa is mine, not yours. What are you so happy about?” Rebecca said coldly.
Mrs. Sullivan waved her hand dismissively. “We’re all family. What’s yours is ours.”
“Your son and I are divorced!”
“I’ll make Zebulon remarry you immediately!”
Rebecca snorted. “Even if he was willing, I’m not.”
Mrs. Sullivan didn’t take Rebecca’s words seriously, continuing to chatter about how with this house, their family could finally live a good life together and stop all the fighting.
Just then, Zebulon returned. Mrs. Sullivan rushed to share the good news with him.
Zebulon looked at Penelope, his eyes filled with shame.
“Penelope, I’m sorry. We really had no other choice. But don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you when I start earning money.”