“Dad, the coffee is getting cold. Could you go get a fresh pot?” Penelope said, looking at Mr. Johnson.
Mr. Johnson, still giddy from being called ‘Dad,’ quickly agreed. “Of course, of course. I’ll go right now.”
He hurried out with the teapot, but once he was in the hallway, his head cleared. She had sent him away on purpose.
“Please, have a seat,” Penelope said, gesturing for Hans to sit. She took a seat on the sofa opposite him.
“Carson told me you’re very capable and that he plans to hand over KINY Group to you one day. I, for one, don’t see it,” Hans said, his tone still dismissive.
“Perhaps you need a new pair of glasses.”
“Are you saying I have poor judgment?”
“Are you sure you don’t find me even the slightest bit familiar?”
Penelope watched as Hans studied her again at her words, but it was clear he didn’t recognize her.
“My name is Penelope.”
“Hah. Is that a name I should know?”
“No.”
Penelope lowered her gaze, a bitter smile touching her lips. It seemed she hadn’t left even a single trace in his life.
“Two years ago, our Bishop Group opened a university for the elderly, but it has been operating at a loss, especially in the last two months. If you were in charge, how would you save this project?” Hans asked, a smirk on his face, as if he expected nothing from her answer.
Penelope scoffed internally. He was testing her, trying to gauge her abilities while looking down on her from the start.
“If I were the decision-maker, I would shut down the university immediately to cut our losses!”
Hearing this, Hans gave her a look of pure disdain.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
“If everything stands out, then nothing stands out.”
Hans frowned. He found he couldn’t argue with that.
“A while ago, shortly after your granddaughter took over, there was an incident at the university. An elderly gentleman had a heart attack while learning to dance. Someone filmed it and posted it online, and netizens criticized the school for being irresponsible and not considering the physical limitations of the elderly, correct?”
“Yvonne responded swiftly and mitigated the negative publicity. She handled the compensation proactively and even improved the school’s public image. She did an excellent job,” Hans said with a touch of pride.
“Did that boost in public image help?”
“…”
“Obviously not, or it wouldn’t be on the verge of closing.”
“Yvonne did everything she could.”
“If I were her, I would have let that video spread even wider. I would have even paid to boost it, get it trending, make it go viral.”

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