Rebirth: We Split Ways.. novel Chapter 94

The car door opened, and Penelope stepped out.

"It's been a while since I stretched my muscles," she surveyed the men before her, "Shall we do this together, or one by one?"

The group of knife-wielding men eyed their fallen comrade in the bushes, then glanced at the single man inside the car. They immediately sized up the situation.

The tattooed man, cigarette dangling from his lips, pushed aside one of his underlings and approached Penelope.

"I believe you've noticed our numbers," he said with a smirk. "Cooperating and handing over the keys would be in your best interest."

With a mocking sneer, Penelope replied, "So this is courtesy of William."

"What's with the chit-chat? Hand it over or not?"

Quickly, Penelope flicked away the tattooed man's cigarette and extinguished it on his forehead. Then, with a sidekick, she sent him sprawling.

"You talk too much," she said coldly, "I'd rather shut you up."

"Unbelievable! You struck me!" The man with the tattoo rose from the ground, spitting out a broken tooth. "Teach her a lesson!"

One by one, they lunged at her, only to be kicked away, their cries echoing in pain.

Within minutes, they all lay writhing on the ground.

Approaching the tattooed leader, Penelope asked disdainfully, "Are you the boss?"

He hesitated, then admitted, "Yes."

"Your earlier bravado seemed more convincing," she remarked.

With a nudge from her foot, she ordered, "Tie them up in pairs and take them to the police station."

"Please! Spare us, miss! We promise never to cross you again!"

"Do you want to meet your end on this street, or would you prefer surrendering to the police? The choice is yours." Penelope's eyes darkened with a menacing intensity, leaving the tattooed man convinced of the gravity behind her words.

"We'll go! We'll go!"

Quickly, the tattooed man nodded in agreement, fearing any hesitation might make her reconsider. He recognized her capabilities and believed that heading to the police station could genuinely be his lifeline.

With the situation outside under control, Penelope re-entered the car. "Kevin, let's go."

Penelope found Jack and Connor in a video call with their grandfather in Dubai.

On the screen, positioned behind Vincent, lay an older man on a hospital bed, exuding vitality and high spirits. He was none other than Fred, the true patriarch of the Reed family Corporation.

"Grandpa! You're awake!" Penelope exclaimed as he rushed toward the screen. His face was etched with guilt, and his eyes shimmered with moisture. "Grandpa, I'm so sorry. My disobedience led to your illness."

"Let me see you," came the elder's voice, robust yet filled with age.

Wiping her tears, Penelope promised, "I'll fly to Dubai tomorrow to see you."

"Don't worry; I'm recovering well," he assured her.

"I've heard from Vincent that you're excellently managing Seattle Diamoson. You truly are my granddaughter. My seventieth birthday is approaching in a few days, so I hope you'll come back to celebrate with me," Grandfather expressed warmly.

"Grandpa, why are you only calling Penny back and not me?" Jack interjected with a hint of curiosity and perhaps a touch of envy.

Fred's gentle demeanor suddenly shifted to seriousness. "Words spoken carelessly have consequences. Your vague remarks at the concert led to our dear Penelope being criticized by your fans! Consider yourself fortunate they didn't come after you."

Jack was taken aback, unable to muster a response. He muttered under his breath, "The emotion of the concert overwhelmed me; I couldn't contain myself!"