Semua Bab Beneath The Billionaire’s Mask: Chasing The Nanny: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Penelope sat at her desk, still shaken from what had happened earlier. The burning sensation on her chest had dulled into a painful throb, but her anger was only growing. She kept replaying the moment over and over in her head—Rosa’s smug face, the heat of the coffee searing through her clothes, the way she had walked away without a single ounce of remorse.She was still lost in thought when a sharp voice called her name.“Penelope Lorenzo, report to the supervisor’s office immediately!”Her stomach twisted. She had a bad feeling about this. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to stand, her knees still weak from the shock of the morning’s events.She walked through the hallways, every step feeling heavier than the last. As she reached the door, she hesitated for a moment before knocking lightly.“Come in,” a gruff voice answered.She pushed the door open and stepped inside. The supervisor sat behind his desk, her glasses perched on the bridge of her

Brayden’s car screeched to a halt just outside the bar, the tires skidding slightly against the pavement as he threw the gear into park. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with the force of his anger and concern. The pounding music from inside vibrated through the air, the heavy bass making the ground beneath him feel alive, but all he could focus on was one thing—Penelope.Without wasting another second, he shoved the door open and stepped out, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd that lingered outside the entrance. Some were chatting, laughing loudly, leaning against the walls with drinks in their hands, but none of them mattered to him. He moved forward, pushing past a group of people, his gaze cutting through the dim lighting and flashing neon signs as he searched for her.Then he saw her.His body tensed immediately, a mixture of frustration and something else—something dangerously close to jealousy—clawing at his insid

Brayden’s fingers curled firmly around Penelope’s wrist, his grip possessive yet not forceful, as his deep, piercing gaze held hers in place. The air between them pulsed with something unspoken, something electric. His voice was low, husky, almost a growl. “You’re not leaving my side tonight.”Penelope’s breath hitched, her heart slamming against her ribcage as if trying to break free. Every part of her was aware of his nearness, of the way his breath fanned over her skin, sending shivers down her spine. There was something in the way he looked at her—as if he was making a vow, as if he was claiming her.A war waged inside her. She should step back, she should say something, anything, but all she could do was stand there, trapped in his presence, caught in the storm of emotions swirling in his darkened eyes. He was so close that she could see the golden flecks in his irises, see the way his jaw clenched with restraint.Her lips parted, but words

Brayden watched Penelope across the dinner table, his gaze sharp, assessing. The soft glow of the chandelier overhead cast warm light over her features, highlighting the exhaustion she tried to hide beneath a small, practiced smile. She had been quieter than usual tonight, pushing the food around her plate more than actually eating. It didn’t sit well with him.He set down his fork, leaning back in his chair as he studied her. “Penelope,” he said suddenly, his voice cutting through the comfortable silence between them. “Did your employer really bully you?”She stiffened, her hand pausing mid-motion as she reached for her glass of water. Her lashes fluttered briefly before she lifted her gaze to meet his. There was no point in lying, not to him. He was too perceptive. Too sharp.She nodded. “Yes.”Brayden’s jaw tightened, his fingers curling into a fist on the table. “And you let them?”Her throat went dry at the restrained anger in his to

The footage spread like wildfire, igniting a storm of outrage that swept across social media and news channels. The video of Rosa’s brutal attack on Penelope played on an endless loop, dissected by reporters and social media users alike. The horrifying scene—the slap, the kicks, the merciless beating—was displayed for the world to see.The outcry was immediate. News anchors spoke in solemn voices about workplace harassment, about unchecked abuse of power. Commentators debated the consequences Rosa and her employer should face. Viewers flooded the internet with furious messages.“How could this happen in a professional setting?”“Fire Rosa immediately! She deserves to be arrested!”“This company needs to be shut down!”The pressure on the agency was immense. Clients began severing ties, sponsors pulled their support, and employees—terrified of association—started whispering among themselves.In the office, the supervisor’s hands trembled as she