บททั้งหมดของ Second Chance at Love: From Divorcee to the Billionaire's Bride: บทที่ 561 - บทที่ 570

The photo hadn’t changed. Could it be that Jethro’s rumored girlfriend just looked similar to Penelope?I zoomed in on the picture, examining it closely. Left and right, I scrutinized every detail, and then I noticed a faint mole near the corner of her eye. That confirmed it—the person in the photo was definitely Penelope.Penelope, dating Jethro? How could that be? Why would she expose her own relationship?I quickly skimmed through the article. The report didn’t mention Penelope by name, referring to her only as a “mysterious woman.” However, the comment section was already buzzing with speculation about her identity. These netizens were relentless; it wouldn’t be long before they dug up everything about Penelope, leaving her with no privacy at all.Jethro was a top-tier celebrity, and with the current fan culture being so intense, his fans were extremely possessive. They wouldn’t tolerate any romantic involvement, real or imagined. If Penelope’s identity was exposed, it would

The women gossiping about Luke and me outside the Greenfield Building that day were employees of Luminance Advertising. Luminance had collaborated with Hanque multiple times, with Hanque being the client. For agency employees to gossip publicly about their client was a reckless move.Since that day, Patrick Lumos, the general manager of Luminance, had been making daily visits to JL Capital, trying to maintain good relations with Luke. After the incident, his employees were probably under a lot of pressure at work. However, Luminance had a strong reputation and consistently delivered creative advertising campaigns. During their collaboration, they had never dropped the ball, so Luke hadn't initially planned to pursue the matter further. But Mr. Lumos's eagerness provided him with an excellent opportunity to negotiate a better deal.Today, Luke had asked me to schedule a meeting with the head of Hays Advertising. When I got a call from the front desk, I went downstairs to greet our gue

I was puzzled when Wendy, sitting in a corner, stood up and waved at me. "Jen, over here!"I glanced in the direction Mrs. Walker had left, then went to Wendy's table and sat opposite her, asking, "Did Mrs. Walker have an urgent matter?"Wendy tilted her chin toward something behind me. I looked and saw a waiter cleaning up on the floor.A plate of sizzling steak had been spilled, splattering hot oil everywhere. The fragrant aroma in the air instantly revived my appetite."Did Mrs. Walker get scalded by the steak?"No wonder Mrs. Walker had left with a sour expression.As the prestigious Mrs. Walker—elegant and dignified—having her designer outfit soiled in public must have been mortifying for her."This is for your trouble," Wendy said, raising an eyebrow at me before taking out her wallet and handing a stack of bills to the restaurant staff cleaning up.The employee's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly composed himself. "It was our mistake that caused you distress. We

"The fish tastes really good," Wendy said, placing a piece on my plate. "Try some, honey.""Thank you, Wendy.""Stephen is really something," Wendy criticized. "A leopard can't change its spots. Those three men who bullied Joey got decent jobs and good pay after a few years in prison. They've tasted the sweet life. Given the chance, it could reignite the evil and greed in their hearts. The Kingston family has given them so many benefits; they might have something that makes the Kingstons wary. Targeting them is the right approach, but Stephen just hasn't used the right method.""Please enlighten me, Wendy.""Are you trying to help Stephen or Joey? Those two seem to have found true love through hardship. She's seriously ill and facing prison, yet Stephen stands by her. If you play matchmaker, they could have their happy ending soon."I was speechless."There are so many temptations nowadays. There are plenty of ways to bankrupt those three men. When they hit rock bottom..."Wendy

On my way home, I couldn't shake off the unease, so I pulled over and took out my phone to look up information about Stephen's law firm. Recently, they had won a few more cases, including one that was considered a lost cause, and their reputation was steadily growing.There was no negative news about the firm online.Stephen's so-called "harassment" of Wendy appeared unrelated to his career or any romantic interest. I racked my brain but couldn't figure out what value Wendy held that would compel him to go out of his way.Even after returning home, I remained troubled by the matter.I thought about calling Wendy but hesitated, not wanting to disturb her. She was tight-lipped, and if she didn't want to discuss something, it would be nearly impossible to extract any information from her.Feeling a headache coming on, I decided to distract myself by practicing my facial expressions in front of the mirror, hoping that one day I'd be able to control them effortlessly.After a long pra