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Because Adrian even admitted it himself, She currently has a backer that makes him hesitant. Penelope felt excited. She could feel her revenge plan coming to fruition. She was completely unconcerned about the panic and disaster she had caused for everyone else. Especially Alexandra. She had packaged and sent Alexandra’s Grandfather’s head to her. Penelope felt confident and triumphant. Penelope didn’t notice the little changes around her. She didn’t notice the small but big movements Adrian had made. She didn’t notice the people monitoring her. Her confidence blinded her from reality. Her confidence would be her undoing.

“We’ve already established that you’re the pervert ordering blow-up dolls. I’m just being a courteous neighbor and delivering your box. I have zero interest in picking you up. Less than zero, actually. I have negative interest in picking you up. And those aren’t my friends.” Mr. Dick Balsac steps forward, and I swear I mean to step back and put more space between us, but I’m somehow stuck, rendered immobile by the way this guy smells—masculine, like soap and cologne and—Oh God, I need to stop smelling him. He’s an arrogant ass who clearly thinks he’s God’s gift to women, and just because I had two glasses of wine and apparently lost all sense of reason doesn’t mean I should stand here sniffi

“Don’t misquote me, young lady. I didn’t say he murdered his wife. I said he was responsible for her death.” “Same difference,” Kate insisted and Penelope simply shrugged non-chalantly. “I’ll give you one free piece of advice though, woman to woman,” said Penelope. “Never give Tony a reason to be jealous. That was Agnes’ crime.” “I don’t understand,” said Kate. “Of course, you don’t,” Penelope said impatiently. “I’m done with this ridiculous conversation. I want to be left alone.” They both heard the sound of dry sticks breaking and they turned at the same time to look. They saw Athena approaching, looking stunning even in the darkening atmosphere.

I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, suddenly acutely aware of the scars that crisscrossed my skin. “Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered, unable to meet her gaze. Cecil reached out a hand, placing it gently on my arm. “I don't know Penelope that well, but she seems like the type to scheme and manipulate. She could even go as far as lying to the Alpha, claiming you attacked her. She might even inflict injuries on herself to make it seem more convincing.” The thought made my blood run cold. Penelope was ruthless, capable of anything to get what she wanted. And getting Damon to come home now and end me would be a very easy task for her.

is not something so well seen when put into practice. There is a faint difference between being supportive and risking your own neck for others. Perhaps it will make me even more selfish to be at this very moment lamenting for having listened to this man's supplications, and still dragging the only person I trust to a territory that we do not know the risks. Penelope stumbles on the pavement and growls softly, and for a moment, I can swear that she will shoot the man with all his weight numb for me, but she limits herself to moving the arm that weighed on her shoulders to hug him by the waist.

Adelaide said. "I seek no blessings, only a clear conscience," Penelope replied with a wave of her hand. After receiving Priscilla's check, she took her leave, promising to send the donation list to the royalty. "I don't know if they'll publicize it, but I'll remember your generosity." After Penelope left, Priscilla expressed her confusion, "How dare Velda insult Penelope, such a respected old Luna?"

She tossed it high, so both men tensed up and only let out a sigh of relief when Sid caught it. "Do you even know what this is? How dare you just toss it like that?" Sid accused, his face flushed red. "What? This piece of crap? You're saying this was a flask used by King Cassian II himself? That's 100% a counterfeit!" Penelope said with absolute confidence. Her appraisal skills were undeniable, but Dylan didn't know that. In his eyes, Penelope was nothing more than a somewhat well-known actress.

Lucas let out a half grin, head tilting as he gave a meaningful stare at the woman. Penelope understood what that meant. Her stomach twisted, her heart racing at the thought of what was to come. Yet she kept her emotions in check, along with her sanity. Aware she needed to be careful with dealing with these people. “What you’re asking is too much.” She clenched her fist, closing her eyes while she grab hold of her chest, saying a prayer in her thoughts, hoping for any guidance from above. She could not bring it upon herself to do such a thing. Her mind continued to fight, holding on to that bit of dignity, pride, and conscience she had left.

It was impossible that she could personally develop anything useful. Penelope knew the odds were slim, but she said, "But what if? With me around, I can make sure she absolutely won't succeed. And even if the project does succeed, none of the credit will be hers." Eloise did not look surprised. She took a composed sip of tea. "And what is it you plan to do?" Penelope smiled faintly. "I'll need you to provide me with a little help." After their discussion ended and Jason escorted Penelope out, he returned looking uneasy. "Madam, why not cut the problem off at its root? Why agree to her proposal?"

She has been alive all this while. Penelope's face shifted. "That's impossible." "Is it?" Gerald said. "She knew exactly where we were going and exactly what we were looking for." The room went quiet. Penelope pulled a chair and sat down across from him. For the first time in years, she looked genuinely shaken. "How much does she know?" she asked carefully.Gerald pushed one of the documents across the desk toward her. Penelope picked it up and read. Her expression changed slowly. "Gerald," she said quietly. "If she has the originals—""Then we are finished," she said flatly.