The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 100

After she hung up, Mr. Sullivan’s eyes were practically bulging out of his head.

“Was that someone from LUNA Group? Are you giving the project to them?”

“We’re in preliminary talks, yes.”

“No! You can’t give the project to an outsider instead of your own family! Have you lost your mind?”

“Is that any way to speak to your daughter-in-law?”

“If you give that project to another company, you won’t be my daughter-in-law for much longer!”

The words were a self-inflicted slap in the face. Mr. Sullivan’s expression grew even stormier.

“What I mean is… we’re all family. The company will belong to you and Zebulon one day. Helping the company is helping yourself.”

“That’s right,” Mrs. Sullivan chimed in. “What belongs to the company belongs to you. You should understand the principle of keeping wealth within the family.”

“Mrs. Sullivan is absolutely right.”

“Of course I am. So you…”

“But it seems you’ve forgotten. Zebulon and I are getting a divorce. After that, we won’t be family anymore.”

“How could you bear to divorce him? Look at yourself, at your background! Do you really think you’ll find another man as successful as him?”

Penelope stood up with a laugh. “You don’t need to worry about that, Mrs. Sullivan.”

“You… you really think you’re something special now, don’t you?” Mrs. Sullivan finally snapped.

“Actually, yes. I think I’m pretty amazing.”

“Who the hell do you think you are? Your father was a broke drunk who beat your mother. Your mother was a murderer who went to prison for killing him. Your stepfather is a cripple, your brother is a thief, and you—you’re nothing but damaged goods!”

Penelope hadn’t planned on getting physical, but Mrs. Sullivan had pushed her too far. She lunged forward, grabbing a handful of Mrs. Sullivan’s hair. With a sharp tug, she yanked her from her chair. Mrs. Sullivan shrieked in pain as Penelope shoved her hard.

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