The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 151

“Scared now?” Chasel asked, adjusting his tie with a triumphant smirk.

Theodore’s face was grim. He looked like he had absolutely no desire to engage with an idiot.

Penelope decided it was time to step in. She wiped away her fake tears, planted her hands on her hips, and jutted out her chin as she faced the Lancasters.

“Why should we be scared of you?”

Chasel sneered. “You don’t know Zenith Group?”

“So what?”

“Are you trying to get blacklisted in this city?”

“My career is doing just fine, thank you very much!”

“Hey, you!”

Chasel’s face turned red with anger, and he clenched his fists, ready to fight again. But then his eyes met the gaze of the man standing behind Penelope—taller than him, with an imposing aura—and his fists slowly unclenched.

“Zenith Group is a powerhouse in Orenth. No, in the entire country, even internationally!” Mr. Lancaster boasted, his chest puffed out with pride. “They’re involved in dozens of industries, with multiple subsidiaries and hundreds of factories. It’s no exaggeration to say that Zenith Group holds up the sky in Orenth! You’ve offended my son, and with a few calls, he can have you two run out of this city!”

“That’s right!” Mrs. Lancaster added, even more boastfully. “My son has hundreds of people working under him. If he called them all here, they could stomp you both into paste!”

The other Lancasters stood a little taller, as if the tens of thousands of Zenith Group employees were standing right behind them, ready to crush Penelope and Theodore at a moment’s notice.

“Wow,” Penelope said, feigning amazement. “So Zenith Group is that powerful!” She turned to Theodore. “Listening to them, it almost sounds like Zenith Group is some kind of mafia, and you’re the enforcer and he’s your lackey.”

Theodore’s jaw tightened. “As of this moment, he’s fired.”

“Good,” Penelope nodded. “I wouldn’t want him either.”

“What are you two whispering about?” Chasel asked, completely lost.

Penelope looked at him and clicked her tongue. “With your intellect and your powers of observation, how on earth did you ever become a general manager?”

Before Chasel could retort, she pointed a finger at Theodore.

She flashed her brand-new marriage certificate for emphasis, then feigned a look of confusion. “Now, who was it that was telling us to get the hell out of Orenth?”

The other Lancasters were still bewildered. They pulled Chasel aside.

“Is he really the heir to Zenith Group?”

“Your ultimate boss?”

“So Penelope married the head of Zenith Group?”

“She’s Mrs. Stapleton Jr. now?”

Each question made Chasel’s legs feel even weaker. It was hard to believe, but the facts were undeniable.

He had no choice but to face reality. Taking several deep breaths, he plastered a smile on his face and turned back to Theodore and Penelope. “This is all a huge misunderstanding! How could we not recognize our own family? Mr. Stapleton, and Penelope, congratulations! When’s the wedding? As the bride’s family, we absolutely must be there.”

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