The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 94

Nathan shook his head with a small, wry smile. “Then allow me to make a formal introduction. This is Ms. Penelope Laurier, the newly appointed director of our KINY Group project department. She will be overseeing the KINY Plaza project from now on.”

Seeing the utter shock on their faces, Nathan added, “Our chairman, Mr. Johnson, is exceptionally impressed with Ms. Laurier’s talent. We also have Stone Group to thank. If you hadn’t let her go, we never would have been able to bring such a pillar of our organization to KINY Group.”

“Ha… this has to be some kind of joke,” Rebecca laughed, but her laughter grew weaker and more frantic with each word.

“Penelope… Penelope, are you really…” Zebulon choked, unable to finish his sentence.

Mrs. Sullivan was completely dumbfounded, while Mr. Sullivan’s face cycled through shades of white and gray, his brow deeply furrowed.

Penelope was very pleased with their reactions.

She sat down across from them, next to Nathan, and arched an eyebrow.

“We’re all familiar with each other here. Please, don’t be strangers. Sit.”

Only Zebulon remained standing. Still reeling, he stumbled to his chair and dropped into it heavily.

“I invited you all to dinner tonight mainly because…” She paused, watching as all their eyes fixed on her. A faint smile touched her lips. “Mainly because the food here is excellent, and I wanted you to try it.”

“Ahem. Penelope has always been a consummate professional,” Mr. Sullivan said, his voice strained and beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “This is a matter concerning the interests of both our companies, so of course, she wouldn’t let personal feelings interfere. About the contract…”

“I’ve reviewed the design proposal Ms. Winters submitted,” Penelope said, clapping her hands together softly. She turned to Rebecca. “Placing the parking garage entrance on the east side to solve the old mall’s parking problems… wow, what an idea. Except the east side is a crowded pedestrian-only street. It would be a disservice to your design if it didn’t cause a few accidents and injure a few people.”

“Penelope, I…”

“Of course, the traffic police already thought of that, which is why they don’t allow vehicles there in the first place. So any customers trying to park in our mall would be out of luck.”

Rebecca’s face burned with humiliation. She wished the ground would open up and swallow her.

“We can change that!” Mr. Sullivan said quickly.

“It would have to be worth changing.”

“Of course not,” Zebulon said quickly.

Mr. Sullivan cleared his throat. “Impossible.”

Mrs. Sullivan pursed her lips. “The waiter must be mistaken.”

Finally, Rebecca, practically grinding her teeth to dust, forced out, “I… I am not.”

Penelope turned back to the waiter. “See? They’re not married. Celebrating a third anniversary? How absurd.”

The waiter, looking like he had just stumbled upon the juiciest gossip of the year, quickly retreated to share it with his colleagues.

“Now,” Penelope said, raising her glass. “A toast to all of you. To your profound friendship and affection for me.”

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