The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 92

“Can you believe this draft is even worse than the last one?”

Penelope knew the limits of Rebecca’s abilities all too well, so she wasn’t surprised.

“Should I reject it like last time and give them a few more points to revise?”

Penelope’s eyes darkened. “No need for that this time. Contact them for me. Tell them I’m inviting their entire family to dinner. And make sure you specify their entire family, including Rebecca. I don’t want anyone left out.”

“What are you planning?”

“I’m treating them to dinner. I’m being completely sincere.”

After hanging up, Penelope set the matter aside and spent the rest of the day buried in her work.

She was about to order takeout when she heard Mrs. Sullivan shouting from across the street.

She swiveled in her chair and saw a pile of her belongings strewn across the Sullivans’ front lawn—clothes, shoes, books, and various decorative items.

“What is all this junk? This isn’t a garbage dump!”

“Some people seem to think they can just waltz back into our family. Well, I’m telling her, not a chance!”

“She should take a good look at herself. We don’t want her. If someone wants to pick up trash, they can have her!”

Penelope gritted her teeth, shot up from her desk, and stormed downstairs to the front door.

She stared at the sight of her things scattered everywhere. Her clothes were trampled, her shoes were separated, her keepsakes were smashed, and her books were stained with dirt.

She was not about to let this go.

She charged across the street, grabbed a handful of Mrs. Sullivan’s hair, and yanked hard.

“Ow! That hurts! You… you piece of trash! How dare you lay a hand on me!”

Penelope wasn’t afraid of anyone. She raised her hand to slap Mrs. Sullivan, but someone suddenly slammed into her from the side, knocking her off balance.

“Really?” Mrs. Sullivan’s face lit up.

“It’s true. I imagine we’ll sign the contract at dinner tomorrow,” Zebulon added, his chest puffed with pride.

“That’s wonderful!” Mrs. Sullivan exclaimed. She shot a triumphant look at Penelope. “See? I told you Stone Group is better off without her. In fact, without her holding us back, we’ll probably reach even greater heights!”

Zebulon glared at Penelope. “I hope that when she’s drowning in regret, she’ll have the decency not to come crawling back to me. I’m not so easily won over.”

“Penelope, what are you still standing here for?” Rebecca added with a smirk. “You’d better gather up your things before the garbage truck comes and hauls all your precious treasures away.”

The three of them were practically glowing with smug satisfaction, their heads held high as they went back inside together.

Penelope’s fists clenched and unclenched. Now, she was looking forward to tomorrow’s dinner even more than they were.

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