Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 389

**When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You**

“I want to marry Caleb,” Penelope declared, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke the words that had been swirling in her mind for weeks.

In her solitude, she recognized the futility of her desire. Alone, she stood no chance against the formidable forces at play. However, if Eloise could reclaim her position at Sterling Corp. and advocate for her, perhaps the influential circles of the Hamptons would see the potential benefits of such a union. And if fate were to bless her with Caleb’s child, the prospect of marriage would no longer be a distant dream.

Eloise’s expression shifted, a flicker of disgust crossing her features, yet she refrained from outright rejection. “That I can agree to,” she replied, her tone laced with a chilling detachment.

“But let me make one thing abundantly clear,” she continued, her voice icy and unyielding. “If you make a mess of this, not even the Hamptons will be able to shield you from the consequences.”

Penelope felt a shiver run down her spine at the weight of Eloise’s words. The woman had already been bled dry of an eight-figure sum, and with the research project collapsing, Eloise’s last glimmer of hope rested on the public disgrace of Sydney and Julian.

If that didn’t happen, she would take matters into her own hands. She would reclaim the lost money from the Hamptons and ensure that Penelope’s life was extinguished.

Under Eloise’s sharp, unrelenting gaze, Penelope fought to maintain her composure, even as dread pooled in her stomach. She forced out a laugh, trying to mask her fear. “I know the Hamptons won’t stand against the Sterlings for my sake. So don’t worry. Even if it means risking everything, I’ll do whatever it takes to bring Sydney down.”

Eloise nodded slowly, a satisfied glint in her eye. “As long as you grasp the stakes involved.”

What Eloise valued most was Penelope’s seething hatred for Sydney—a potent fuel that could drive someone to be decisive and merciless in pursuit of their goals.

Meanwhile, in the lab, Sydney was frowning, just as they had anticipated she would.

“What’s the matter?” Marcus inquired, glancing up from his meticulously scrawled notes and catching the troubled expression on her face. He chuckled lightly, trying to lighten the mood. “Still worrying about that press conference speech?”

The final batch of clinical data had arrived that very morning, and the results were nothing short of impeccable. Thus, the only thing weighing heavily on her mind had to be that daunting speech.

Sydney rested her chin on her hand, her brow furrowing deeper. “I honestly don’t even know where to start.”

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