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The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 502

“Go back and tell her it’s not happening!”

“Penelope, why do you have to be so stubborn?”

“And another thing, get out of my house immediately!”

Zebulon had relayed the message. Too ashamed to face Penelope any longer, he left.

Darren and his men were still camped outside. Although they were letting employees into the building, their presence was severely disrupting the company’s daily operations.

Penelope spent the day keeping an eye on Darren. When she saw him leave in the afternoon, she discreetly followed him.

Darren was the leader of this group. To break them up, she had to start with him.

Penelope followed Darren to a small diner. He didn’t go inside, just poked his head in the door. A moment later, a plainly dressed young woman ran out.

Seeing the girl, Darren greeted her with a bashful smile. They were both a bit shy, and Penelope guessed they were probably a couple.

Darren said something, and they walked toward a small park behind the diner.

Penelope continued to follow from a distance. Darren and the girl sat on a bench talking. After a little while, he took her hand. There were no other intimate gestures. After holding hands for a bit, the girl shyly pulled her hand back when she saw someone else approaching.

Darren scratched his head, said he was going to buy drinks, and ran out of the park.

An idea formed in Penelope’s mind, and she walked over to the girl.

“You’re Darren’s girlfriend, right?” she asked, approaching her.

The girl looked up at Penelope, confused, but nodded.

“And you are?”

Penelope smiled slightly. “I’m a friend of his.”

When Darren returned with two drinks, he saw Penelope sitting with his girlfriend, and they seemed to be chatting happily. He was startled.

He rushed over, shooting Penelope a glare when she looked at him.

“Nina, why don’t you head back to the diner? I’ll come see you tomorrow.”

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