The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 93

The dinner was set at the same garden restaurant where Zebulon and Rebecca had celebrated their third anniversary.

The next day, as Penelope was leaving her house, she ran into the Sullivan family, who were also on their way out.

They were all dressed to the nines for the important dinner.

“Hurry up and clear this pile of garbage away from our doorstep!” Mrs. Sullivan snapped, kicking one of Penelope’s books.

A faint smile played on Penelope’s lips. She would make the person who threw her things on the ground pick them all back up, restore them to their original condition, and if anything was dirty, they would have to lick it clean.

“Penelope, you’re dressed like that? Don’t tell me you’re also going to the dinner?” Rebecca asked suspiciously.

“Huh, I didn’t even notice. She’s wearing an evening gown and makeup. Look at her, dressed like a harlot. She must be on her way to seduce some man,” Mrs. Sullivan said with disdain.

“That’s enough. Don’t waste your time on her,” Mr. Sullivan grumbled.

Mrs. Sullivan shot Penelope one last contemptuous look before getting into the car with Rebecca.

Zebulon was the last one in, and he glared at Penelope for a long moment, probably still waiting for her to break down and apologize. Seeing no sign of it, his face hardened with anger.

Penelope let them leave first before getting into her own car.

“Take your time, driver. We’re in no rush.”

The Sullivans arrived at the restaurant first and waited for quite a while, but their host was nowhere to be seen.

“I heard this new director is very mysterious,” Mr. Sullivan said. “The project team at KINY Group has only spoken to her on the phone; almost no one has seen her in person.”

“Exactly,” Rebecca chimed in. “And because no one had seen her, we were…”

She was about to say “scammed” but stopped short when Zebulon shot her a warning look.

“But she did go to Nathan’s office once. Someone managed to get a candid photo. I asked a contact to get a copy for me.” Mr. Sullivan opened a chat with his friend to see if he had sent it yet.

“Got it.”

“Great, send it over.”

“?”

“What’s with the question mark?”

“I’m not sure if my eyes are deceiving me.”

Mr. Sullivan, as the elder, simply nodded with a smile.

“Nathan, where is Ms. Laurier? Why isn’t she here yet?”

Nathan smiled faintly and gestured toward the top of the stairs.

A woman in a stunning pomegranate-red evening gown, her hair swept up in a casual but elegant style, ascended the staircase. Her makeup was subtle, yet she was radiant. She walked toward their table and, with a slight curve of her lips, smiled.

At the same moment, Mr. Sullivan’s phone buzzed. He looked down and saw the photo his friend had sent. It was a picture of the director. It was… Penelope.

“Good luck,” his friend added.

“What are you doing here?!”

The cry came from Mrs. Sullivan, but it echoed the shock of the entire family. How was it her? How could it possibly be her?

“Penelope, this isn’t the time for jokes,” Zebulon said, refusing to believe it.

“Yes, Penelope, how could you impersonate the KINY Group project director? This is… this is ridiculous!” Rebecca added, equally incredulous.

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