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she said, her fingers tightening on the phone. Across the line, she heard the heavy leather of his office chair groan—the familiar sound of Douglas settling his weight, followed by the rhythmic, sharp click-tap of a plain black rollerball pen being set down on mahogany. "You're asking whether there is a version where Cornelius Voss becomes Eli's grandfather," Douglas said, his voice entirely level. "Whether the process can happen without being complete. Whether you can allow something to develop rather than waiting for it to arrive finished." A brief, dry pause. "That is a generous question, Selene. It is also the wrong one."

As I step back, I get pulled into Richfield’s arms, he has a shoulder around me as Luna Daisy turns to Penelope, and no one needs to tell me there’s fire blazing in her eyes. “I loved you like a daughter, more so than any other person because I thought you’d end up with my son. I trusted you and took your side at every turn because you gave me no reason to feel otherwise until now.” Penelope gulps and steps back with fear in her eyes. She rubs her arm nervously and opens her mouth to no doubt defend herself, only for Luna Daisy to lift her hand up and stop her.

“Well, look who finally showed up.” Kayla froze. She turned slowly to see Mrs. Penelope standing by the copy machine, her arms crossed over her chest, her lips twisted into a sneer. Penelope had retired two years ago, but she’d come back as a consultant a month earlier—someone who’d “seen it all,” who knew the company’s history better than anyone. And from the moment she’d returned, Kayla had felt her gaze on her, cold and judgmental.

“Relax. It's not like she will harm me.” She gasped. Her lips formed in an ‘o’ shape. Disbelief crowded her eyes. “Is that what you think? You are so gullible.” “What do you mean?” Her eyes dropped in a dead-serious manner. “If I were you, I would sleep with my eyes wide open, watch my back every second because that witch is not someone to be trusted.” ***** I walked out of my room with Penelope's words weighing heavily in my chest. They replayed in my head like a loop.

' Thea thought silently while on the outside, she was smiling from ear to early at Penn playing the 'I am good host card' Up to this point, Penelope's expression was ghastly, but she couldn't do anything either. On the outside, Thea appeared to be a good friend who wanted to be forgiven and it was only fair if Penelope accepted the food to show that she was willing to forgive. Looking at the situation literally, nothing was wrong but in an actual sense, everything was wrong. Thea was intentionally punishing Penelope and she was taking advantage of the fact that she was stupid to execute her revenge, that way, no one could suspect her intentions, and the least of them all, Penelope.

Andy whispered, leaning into Penelope’s ear. “I don’t know,” Penelope muttered. “Maybe someone invited them. Let’s just enjoy the day.” Anna cleared her throat and continued. “You see, I have always admired Penelope for a long time,” she said. Penelope pressed her palm against her chest, touched. Anna continued with a steady voice. “Penelope has always been a strong and ambitious woman from the onset.” Penelope smiled proudly. “When she sets a goal or makes up her mind about someone, she gets it. She doesn’t give a damn about how she gets it. Penelope is really that woman. That bitch.”

Penelope screamed at me in a high-pitched voice, as if in shock, "I know you're jealous that I'm pregnant with Charles's baby, but it's true, and there's nothing you can do to change that!" Penelope's words made me frown. I knew Charles wouldn't betray me, but Penelope came out of the dungeon and announced in front of everyone that she was pregnant with Charles's child. She's not an idiot. She couldn't have done such a thing if she didn't have hard evidence.

"I'm so good! I can't believe it! My plan was a success! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" Yes, you all heard it right. Everything that happened earlier was Clark's plan. He set up that robbery stunt. He was the one who got Penelope's paper bags while I waited for him to hand me the paper bags. And when he did, I jogged towards her to return them. "What? No, I won't" I refused Clark's suggestion. He suggested that I should make Penelope my subject. Because since she is famous, many people would love to read anything about her.

Engraved. STAGE 7 WITNESS ACCESS – PRIMARY HOLDER Isolde froze. Dorian stared at the chip. Then at Penelope. “What. Is. That.” Penelope’s mouth opened. No words came. The chip gleamed between them. Then a speaker buzzed alive again. Same voice. “Funny thing about trust…” “It’s always the first casualty.” The voice crackled and cut. Silence settled like smoke in the mirrored room. Penelope didn’t move. Her eyes were locked on the poker chip as if it had teeth. No defense. No denial.

My hand instinctively goes to my stomach, the fear and uncertainty of my situation weighing heavily on me. Penelope’s gaze softens for a moment, but then her expression hardens again. “No, Caroline. It is that simple. You can’t stay with him. He’s shown you who he is. He doesn’t believe you. He’s choosing Dolly over you, and that baby of hers—” She stops herself, biting her lip as if she’s said too much. “What about the baby?” I ask, my heart skipping a beat. Penelope hesitates, glancing away for a moment before looking back at me. “I don’t know, Caroline. But something about it doesn’t sit right with me. Dolly’s timing, her claims, the way she’s been manipulating Knoxx—it’s all too convenie