The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 487

The villa Penelope was selling was the one Mr. Johnson had given her. She'd recently discovered she was still paying the utility bills for it; a considerable sum was being automatically deducted from her account every month, even though the house was supposed to be empty.

Something was clearly wrong, but she couldn't be bothered to argue with the property management office. She decided it was easier to just sell the place, so she listed it with an agency.

When she arrived at the villa, she instinctively glanced across the street.

The Sullivan family lived there, which was the main reason she no longer wanted the house. But their gate was shut tight, and the yard was overgrown with weeds, looking as if no one had lived there for a very long time.

Maybe they moved, she thought, turning her attention back to her own property.

She entered the code for the gate, but it was incorrect.

The people squatting in her house must have changed it. Just as she was about to call property management, the gate swung open from the inside.

"Didn't I tell you? Our house is not for sale!"

A woman shouted, but as she finished, she realized it wasn't the real estate agent but Penelope. She froze, her expression shifting several times before finally settling on one of delighted surprise.

"Penelope, is that really you? You're back?"

It was Mrs. Sullivan.

The moment Penelope saw her, she frowned. So, the people who had been squatting in her villa all these years were the Sullivans!

"Oh, my dear, where have you been all these years? We've been looking everywhere for you, worried sick you'd gotten into some kind of trouble!" Mrs. Sullivan said, even wiping away a tear.

"You're finally back. It's so good that you're back!"

Penelope pressed her lips together. What kind of act was this?

"Come in, come in!" Mrs. Sullivan quickly pulled the gate wider, inviting her in while rambling, "He'll be so happy to see you."

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