The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 250

Rebecca thought back to the lonely feeling of being abandoned by everyone the day before. "Penelope," she pleaded, "let's be friends again."

Penelope scoffed. "As if you're worthy."

"Penelope…"

"Take a look in the mirror before you talk to me, you piece of trash!"

Feeling a sense of satisfaction after that outburst, Penelope turned and walked away.

After crashing two cars, both of which were still in the shop, Theodore had insisted she call Hogan whenever she needed a ride. But it was easier to just grab a cab, and she didn't want to bother him.

She left the gated community and started walking toward the main street. Suddenly, a group of men emerged from a side alley and surrounded her.

Penelope's heart lurched, and she opened her mouth to scream.

"Ms. Laurier," one of the men said, "don't you recognize us?"

She looked at the speaker, a tall, burly man in his forties wearing lime-dusted work clothes, his face contorted with anger. After a moment, she recognized him. "Leo?"

The man grunted. "Surprised you still remember us, Ms. Laurier."

Penelope fell silent. She recognized not just him, but the others as well. They were all workers from a library construction project she had managed.

"Is there something I can help you with?"

"Stop playing dumb! You still haven't paid us our wages! It's been two years!" a thinner worker shouted, his voice shaking with emotion.

Penelope was genuinely confused. "The library project was completed a long time ago. You still haven't been paid? Even so, you should be talking to the construction company that hired you, or at the very least, Stone Group. I've already resigned from Stone Group. This has nothing to do with me."

"You were in charge of the whole project! You're the only one we know!"

"As I said, I no longer work for Stone Group. You need to go to them."

"We did! They said you were responsible for the project and that it's not their problem!"

Penelope frowned. How could that be? She was just an employee; how could she possibly be held responsible for something of this magnitude?

"Told them what?"

"He said the company wasn't aware of the situation and that they should go find you. He even gave them your address."

The words hit Penelope like a physical blow. She was so angry she felt dizzy.

Zebulon! How could he be so despicable?

The men were closing in on her. She was wearing heels and couldn't run fast. In no time, they caught up to her.

The man in the lead was now holding an iron bar. "My wife is sick and we have no money for treatment! My daughter can't afford to go to school! And you people live in mansions, living the high life! Why?"

"Sir, please, calm down and listen to me—"

"I'll kill you!"

Penelope turned to see the man raising the iron bar, ready to bring it down on her head.